Damon’s POV

The moon turned red, and for a moment I thought the ground itself tilted beneath me.

I smelled it before I understood it... iron, heat, and the strange sweetness of frenzy, like the world had bitten its own tongue and liked the taste. Wolves across the camp began howling, not in warning but in answer, as if some invisible hand had hooked into their ribs and yanked.

Then came the sounds ... bodies hitting dirt, shouting, the violent crack of bone against bone. Flames flickered ...