Damon’s POV
The road to Hollow Pines seemed darker with every mile. The mist thickened, clinging to the car windows and warping the shapes of the trees lining the road. Even my wolf, usually content to sit quietly until called upon, was uneasy. His constant growling at the back of my mind was grating. Whatever was ahead wasn’t natural.
“Anyone else getting the feeling this place doesn’t want us here?” I muttered, keeping my eyes on the winding road.
“Only because you won’t shut up about it,” Drake quipped from the back seat, stretching his arms.
Aria didn’t look up from the book she’d been glued to since we left. She was in the passenger seat, her legs curled under her, flipping through the fragile pages like they might hold the secrets of the universe—or at least the ones we were chas
