Damon’s POV

A haunting quiet filled the night, infused with the smells of iron, smoke, and an even darker presence. Betrayal.

The boy’s warning echoed in my head, louder and louder.

He sent them. He’s coming.

And in the silence that followed, even the wind appeared to whisper Zac’s name.

A low growl rumbled from deep within my chest, my wolf pacing just beneath my skin. He dares to threaten her again.

The flickering candlelight flickered across the desk, and for the first time in ...