Damon’s POV
The smell of blood reached me even before I could see the camp. The scent of iron, smoke, and fear was so strong it felt like I could almost taste it. My wolf was already stirring inside me, pacing, snarling, filled with restless energy. Every heartbeat that wasn’t hers fueled my growing rage, making it burn even more fiercely.
“On my mark,” I growled, my voice rough and low, as frost nipped at the edges of my control. Surrounding me, my warriors crouched in the trees, their eyes glowing amber beneath the moonlight.
The rogue camp lay below the ridge, with tents, fires, and scattered wolf silhouettes pacing around the perimeter. They appeared careless and overconfident, unaware of what lurked in the shadows.
“Now.”
We descended like death itself.
The initial strike was si
