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 eastern boundary, Alpha. He claims he's a merchant, but there's a strong smell of RedMoon about him.
My jaw tightened. "Bring him."
The man was brought in a few moments later, bleeding and trembling, with his wrists bound. His fear filled the room like an overwhelming scent.
I knelt in front of him
