Damon's POV:

"Who are you?" I asked the rogues who were in the cell.

There was a little pup on the woman's lap who was whimpering. The pup looked so thin and sick, and the woman didn't look good either. She was in a torn dress, her hair was messy, her collarbone was sticking out, and her lips were cracked and dry.

Although the woman was trying to avoid my gaze by looking at the ground, I could sense that she wasn't one of my kind.

The man beside her, though, was definitely a ...