Damon -POV

I fought through the dense fog, my soldiers struggling against the relentless enemy. The Night Pack's resilience was unnerving; killing them was futile as they kept reviving. Our numbers dwindled, and poison coursed through my soldiers' veins, incapacitating us. The fog contained a slow-acting toxin that prevented us from shifting back to our lycan forms, forcing us into close combat.

"How am I going to get us out of this?" I muttered, dodging attacks as they came. Kellan, who had ...