The air inside Damon’s sleek black car was heavy with tension. My heart pounded against my chest as I sat beside the man who had just admitted to slaughtering an entire pack. The monster who had taken away lives… yet here I was, trapped in his world with no way out.
“Where are we going?” I asked, my voice trembling.
Damon’s grip tightened on the steering wheel, his eyes locked on the dark road ahead. “Somewhere safe. He’s already found us. We can’t stay out in the open.”
The “he” Damon was referring to was the lone survivor of the Silver Moon Pack. The one who had come back to seek vengeance.
My mind was spiraling with fear and confusion. I wanted answers—no, I needed them.
“Why did you do it?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Damon’s jaw clenched. “I already told you, Ava.
