DAMON'S POV
The drive back to the compound was completely silent.
I didn't turn on the radio, and I didn't turn the heater on. The cold air blew straight through the vents, but I barely felt it. All I could see in my head was what the hunter had described; the wolves with the split-tooth brass buckles, the attack against the rocks, and the mud washing everything down into the ditch.
Serena was gone. She had died alone on those cold rocks five months ago. My own father had sent his executioners to finish what I started with a few cruel words in the garden.
When I reached the western gate, the guard waved me through without asking a single question. The compound was still in full chaos. Floodlights washed over the courtyard in harsh yellow beams. Fighters were loading crates of ammunitio
