Ava’s POV
The silence was more deafening than the chaos.
I sat in the backseat of Damon’s black Range Rover, hands clenched around the edge of my seat. My knees trembled, but I didn’t dare show it. The roads outside were empty, painted by flickering streetlights and the shadows of dead leaves rolling across the pavement. The city that once felt familiar was now distorted—twisted into something sinister. It was no longer my home. It was our battleground.
Damon hadn’t said a word since we left the safehouse. His knuckles were white against the steering wheel, jaw clenched hard enough to crack. I studied him in the rearview mirror—his Alpha aura tightly leashed but threatening to snap loose at any second. Something in him was shifting. Evolving. And I wasn’t sure if it was for better or wo
