Damon’s POV

By the time the first ropes of red light pulled across the horizon, the world already tasted like the start of a tragedy...metal on the tongue, wet earth clinging to the air, the kind of cold that settles into your bones like a memory.

The moon hung swollen and bruised above us, a crimson wound in the sky. I felt it awaken something old and animal in me. Something hungry. Something afraid.

The pack moved beneath me, shadows in motion. But my mind kept circling back to her...to ...