Damon’s POV
The walk back to the pack house was quiet, but the air between Aria and me buzzed with a strange mixture of energy. I couldn’t stop glancing at her out of the corner of my eye. She looked the same—same determination in her stride, same fire in her eyes—but there was something different now. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but it was there. The power from the dagger. Hers now.
“How are you feeling?” I asked, breaking the silence.
She turned to me, her expression thoughtful. “Honestly? I feel... strong. Like I could take on anything.”
I smirked, slipping my hands into my pockets. “Careful, Luna. That kind of confidence is how people start thinking they’re invincible.”
Her lips curved into a small smile, but I could see the weight in her eyes. She knew as well as I did t
