Damon POV
The rain always seemed heavier on days like these, drumming against the bond of my car as if nature itself knew the weight of what was coming. I pulled up into the dimly lit alley where I was scheduled to meet Mayor Larry, the poor excuse for a man who could barely hold his own against the sight of a shadow. The dimly lit alley was our “council chamber,” our very own meeting place.
As I stepped out of the car, the sharp scent of wet asphalt mingled with the faint trace of fear lingering in the air. I didn’t need to see him to know he was already trembling—his heartbeat thrummed loud enough for me to hear even from a distance.
I made my way down the narrow alley, my boots splashing through shallow puddles. The dim yellow glow of a flickering streetlamp cast jagged shadows on
