Damon's POV
The night was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that presses in on you and makes you feel like the world is holding its breath. Aria was curled up against me, her steady breathing a rare sound of peace in the chaos that had become our lives. For once, I let myself relax, let my guard down, because if there was anyone who could anchor me, it was her. But, of course, peace never lasted long with us.
At first, it was subtle—a whisper, so soft I thought I was imagining it. Then it grew louder, more distinct. Aria’s lips were moving, and my wolf bristled instantly. The language spilling from her was harsh and fluid, something ancient and primal that sent a shiver down my spine.
“Aria?” I whispered, brushing her hair back from her face.
She didn’t respond, her eyes still closed a
