Damon POV
I’d seen blood. I’d seen war. I’d seen wolves rip enemies apart and paint the snow red.
But I’d never seen this.
Rayna wasn’t fighting like a soldier. She was a storm in a body.
Every strike of her claws shattered the things that came at her, every snarl made the air c***k. The molten runes across her silver-black fur burned like they’d been branded there by the gods themselves, and her eyes… Moonlight and wildfire.
I’d thought I knew power. I’d been wrong.
I barely felt the blood dripping down my temple. Couldn’t hear my own ragged breath over the sound of her tearing through the last of the shadows. And when the final one faded - whispering something that crawled under my skin - I found myself stepping toward her without thinking.
She stood in the clearing like a crowned
