Third person's POV
Damon crouches low in the bushes near the border. The raw growls from the wolves pierces through the air. Victory call. Heavy. Unfiltered and Intense. This could mean only two thing. The win is their, or the Silver Moon Pack. Neither he doesn't know.
But one thing is certain, his spies will report back to him. He could only hope, victory is their. Finger crossed. Maybe, just maybe, luck will be on their side. Hope surges free inside him.
He holds his breath, counting down the minutes and second till when his spies return. Afar off are some of his most trusted accomplices. They all look perplexed, as they murmur. Wondering if they are just back up plan or part of the war.
Kyla, Damon's friends leaves their cycle. He crouching low, while navigating through the bush ti
