Damon’s POV
Aria was asleep, somewhere on the other side of the pack house, and every inch of space between us felt wrong. Unnatural. Like we were out of sync. I knew it was probably paranoia, the kind that only shows up when the stakes are too high and the risks too close. But it didn’t matter—my wolf was restless, pacing the edges of my mind, irritated that our mate was too far away for his liking. I wanted to be close, to make sure she was safe. And maybe, just maybe, to convince myself that we weren’t completely in over our heads. But we both knew better.
Tonight had been a parade of revelations—everything from blood curses to ancient mistakes and one annoyingly determined vampire named Demetri. That letter had been bad news in every language, a warning as clear as it was troubling.
