Damon’s POV

The reports came at dawn, scattered and frantic. Human hunters had returned to the borderlands, armed with cameras, weapons, and a determination that made my jaw tighten. They weren't just passing through this time. They were searching, digging, trying to expose what we had kept hidden for centuries.

I stood in the war room, my fingers pressed against the wooden table, staring at the maps spread before me. The scent of pine and old leather filled the space, mixing with the ...