Damon
The night tasted of victory.
I could already feel it… Killian’s anguish, Lyra’s blood staining the soil, the Ether Pack howling under Leo’s command while I stood at his side. For years I had swallowed humiliation, for hours, I sat in a dungeon meant for traitors, forced to bow my head while wolves spat my name like poison. That ended tonight.
The portal had carried me back to where I belonged, among soldiers sharpening blades, rogues pacing hungrily at the edge of campfires, Leo’s men laughing with the brittle confidence of those promised easy s*******r.
Leo spread his maps across the table, and I leaned over them, my fingers tracing lines I knew as intimately as my own veins.
“Here,” I said, pointing to the southern ridge. “This is where their sentries change posts at dawn. An
