Damon's POV

The forest was eerily quiet, with even the wind seemingly holding its breath. I stood on the southern ridge, eyes gently scanning the mist-covered horizon, feeling every muscle in my body tense with anticipation. The faint scent of smoke still lingered in the air, unsettling and out of place...like a ghost of past violence waiting to reappear.

"Double the patrols," I said, voice rough and sharp. "No one moves alone. Report to me every two hours."

Rowan bowed his head immediately. ...