Damon's POV
The moment John burst into my office with the news, I felt the fire roar back to life in my veins. Pain be damned—Alpha Lance and his men had made the mistake of stepping onto my land, killing my people. I was going to make him regret it.
Black’s voice growled in my head, sharper than ever. “Lance is dead. He just doesn’t know it yet. Let’s remind everyone what happens when they cross us.”
I gritted my teeth, the sharp ache in my chest trying to pull me down. “Damn right,” I muttered, forcing myself to stand. The pain from that cursed knife flared, white-hot and burning, but I pushed through it. Nothing—not this curse, not Lance, not even death—was going to stop me.
“Gather the warriors,” I ordered Alex, my Beta, as I grabbed my weapons. “We’re going to end this fast. I do
