Darius’s POV
Gradually, my plan was falling into place. Damon and his men had no idea they were walking straight into a trap. Let them come; I was waiting. This night would mark the end of that arrogant bastard and his pathetic excuse of an army.
“But didn’t something higher say we should sit still, that she’d take care of Damon and his men?” my wolf, Mr. Clad, said, his voice laced with doubt.
I clenched my jaw, irritated by his incessant questioning. “Well, Mr. Smarty Pants, do you see her anywhere?” My voice was sharp. “She ran off like the scared little baby she is. We don’t need her. Our men can handle Damon and his useless pack.”
For the first time in a long while, I felt alive. The smell of victory was right around the corner.
“But what about the vampires?” Mr. Clad’s voice wav
