Damon’s POV

It was a quiet morning...an unsettling quiet. The silence was not peaceful but tense, as if waiting for an attack. I stood at the window, watching mist drift through the trees, with the dawn's light gold slicing through the fog like a blade. My wolf moved beneath my flesh, irritated and impatient. The atmosphere felt utterly foreboding.

There was a sharp, urgent knocking.

"Enter," I said, my voice flat.

Beta Roland stepped in and gave a stern look. We've caught someone at the ...