Damon's POV
Twenty of my pack members, gone—just like that. Men, women, even the kids who used to run around laughing in the woods—now they’re silent, buried in shallow graves. The crops? Dead.
The fields? Gone. And the famine? Just the icing on this cursed cake. Now we’re stuck driving miles to the human settlement just to get food.
To make it worse, this damned pain in my chest. It’s like someone’s jabbing me with a dagger over and over. And no matter how much I rub it or try to breathe through it, it just stays there, laughing at me. Sometimes I wonder, What the hell did I do in my past life to deserve this?
None of this would’ve happened if Camila were still alive.
“Elder Matthew said Camila isn’t our mate,” my wolf, Black, whispered, his voice barely audible. He’s been like thi
