Claire's POV
I wasn't supposed to be here. I'd promised Damon I'd stay out of it, but promises are just words when people you care about might die. So here I sat, surrounded by screens in the makeshift command center, watching hell break loose through a dozen different camera feeds.
"Status on the east entrance?" I asked, leaning over the radio operator's shoulder.
The young wolf—Jamie, I think—glanced up at me with surprise. "You're not supposed to be here, Claire."
"No s**t. Now give me an update before I write that exposé on your gambling problem."
His eyes widened. "How did you—"
"Reporter, remember? Updates. Now."
He sighed. "East entrance secured. Derek's team is moving to sublevel two."
The screens showed chaos—wolves in tactical gear clearing rooms, occasional gunfire, stat
