Damon’s POV

The scent of iron and smoke lingered in the air even after the fires had died down. Though the war had ended, I couldn't help feeling that true peace still seemed so far away. It was kind of like how a predator senses when trouble is near...when the forest suddenly feels quiet, or when the wind seems to murmur secrets instead of bringing a soft, calming breeze.

The Winchester pack was steadily rebuilding, brick by brick and bone by bone. The warriors trained diligently once more, ...