Damon
The portal spat me out like a discarded ember, flames licking the edges of my clothes before dying into ash on the dirt beneath me. The air was different here. It was thicker and charged with a violence that pulsed like a second heartbeat. My knees bent to absorb the impact, and I landed in a crouch, my palms pressed to the earth, smelling the stench of blood, iron, and unwashed bodies.
Leo’s territory.
It was as chaotic as I remembered from my earlier dealings with him. If the Ether Pack’s lands were discipline and order etched into earth and stone, Leo’s camp was pure hunger, teeth bared at the world. Rogues and outlaws swarmed like flies over carrion, bare-chested men sharpening rusted blades, women with eyes as sharp as daggers hurling insults while they sparred. The clash of
