DAMON POV
The door creaked as Lucien pushed it open, the faint scent of blood and decay hitting us like a freight train. I stepped in behind him, my senses sharpening as the suffocating air wrapped around us. The darkness inside the cabin was thick, almost alive, and I could feel it gnawing at the edges of my control.
We had walked into a trap.
The flicker of movement in the shadows confirmed my suspicions. Rogues—filthy, desperate wolves—emerged from the corners of the room, their twisted forms barely resembling the once-proud wolves they might have been. Their snarls filled the space, low and menacing, but I wasn’t intimidated.
Lucien stepped forward, his broad shoulders tense, his fists clenched at his sides. His presence was commanding, his Lycan aura a storm of power that made the
