Damon’s POV

The silver light stretched endlessly, soft and liquid, making the world feel fragile and alive. Each step sent ripples, faint vibrations humming beneath my skin. Aria’s hand found mine, fingers curling around it, as if she knew I might let her drift away into the light without my touch. My wolf stirred, restless, drawn to her like a tethered flame. Her pulse throbbed beneath my palm, insistent and delicate. I fought the urge to pull her into me, to hold her tight enough to ...