*Darick’s POV*

Viktor turned off the van headlights and slowly approached the back entrance of what used to be our headquarters. My stomach churned each time I saw what used to be our territory. I could still picture the community of vampires laughing together during an evening event.

I shook my head. Now wasn’t the time to get sentimental. Gwen and Chelsea’s lives were on the line. I grabbed my walkie-talkie and contacted Amber, who was ...