Rayna POV
The camp doesn’t settle like a real pack would. It shifts. Constant movement. Quiet tension.
They don’t have guards posted - they have watchers hidden in the trees. Weapons lean against crates. Bones hang from lines like charms.
Damon walks through it all like it’s his kingdom. No hesitation. No lowered gaze. And the way the others look at him?
Not just respect.
Fear.
Like he’s not one of them. Like he’s more.
I keep close, watching everything. A tall, broad-shouldered man approaches from the far side of the clearing, eyes flicking to me with faint curiosity.
“Boss,” he says quietly.
Boss.
Damon just nods.
Not a rogue. Not just another fighter. He leads them.
The pieces click together.
Of course he does.
Damon stops near a blackened stone archway half-swallowed by
