Damon’s POV

The field still carried the faint scent of smoke and moonlight, creating a mysterious and lingering atmosphere. That mysterious light...the one that swallowed Vanessa whole...still burned vividly behind my eyes, even though the clearing was now empty and silent. All that remained of her was a necklace half-buried in the dirt, its chain broken, with the small moon pendant cracked down the middle, a fragile reminder of what once was.

I crouched, picking it up. The metal was still ...