Damian's P.O.V.
The tension in the air was thick enough to cut through with a knife. My body was on high alert, every muscle coiled and ready for action. The sight of that stranger—standing just outside our compound, unmoving, like he was waiting for something—set my teeth on edge. Silas and his rogues weren’t enough. Now, there was this... new player in the mix, and I had a gut feeling that he wasn’t here for anything good.
I’d been in enough fights, enough confrontations, to know when something was wrong. And this was one of those times. The way the stranger held himself—confident, almost too confident—and the way Silas had looked at him earlier, like he was some kind of ally, sent a chill down my spine. I didn’t trust it.
“We’re ready to move, Damian,” Rowan called out, his voice ste
