Damon’s POV

The ruins smelled like smoke and dust, like the world had been burned and forgotten. My boots crunched over the broken stones, each step feeling heavier than the last.

My hands were scratched, my sleeves torn, but I didn’t care. Nothing mattered except finding her. Aria. My Luna. My omega.

The one who made my world make sense again when I thought I’d lost all of it.

“Mara…” I muttered, more to myself than her, but she was close, short and wiry, curls plastered to her ...