Damon’s POV
A week had passed. A whole damn week, and neither Alpha Darius nor those damn vampires had shown up. They’d both sworn to destroy my pack, and yet... nothing. I wasn’t sure if I should be relieved or more worried. If they had come, we wouldn’t have stood a chance. Not then, and definitely not now.
But things had been looking up. New recruits had joined us, thanks to Alex. Thirty strong lone wolves, all tough as nails.
They had no packs of their own, but they were fighters, and we needed every able body we could get. John and the others in the hospital were healing fast, their werewolf resilience kicking in. For the first time in months, I felt like things were moving in our favor.
Until this morning.
Alex burst into my office without even knocking. His face was pale, pan
