Ava Point of View
Dominic’s golden eyes burned with cold amusement as he stepped forward, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator savoring the moment before the kill. Behind him, his wolves lurked in the shadows, their eyes glinting under the moonlight, waiting for his command.
The night air thickened with tension, the scent of blood, sweat, and something darker—something laced with memories of the past.
Lucas was the first to move. His stance shifted, his body angled just slightly, but enough to put himself between me and Dominic. Damon, on the other hand, barely twitched. His eyes, dark and calculating, remained locked onto Dominic, his muscles coiled like a snake ready to strike.
The tension was unbearable.
Dominic's lips curled into a slow smirk. “Well, isn’t this quite
