Damian POV
We reached the nightfall pack and the attack had begun. I ordered my men to ruthlessly kill anyone that comes in their way, not sparing anyone.
Branches creaked under the weight of the wind as I stood motionless at the edge of the cliff, half-hidden by the thick shadows of the woods.
I watched from the top of the cliff, locked in the distant lights of the nightfall pack below, my men ruthlessly slitting the throats of the pack members.
I looked up at the sky and the full moon was hanging low.
My transformation during the full moon was always painful.
My body jerked as the full moon washed over me. A sharp pain ripped through my spine, causing me to double over, gasping for air. My bones began to c***k, twisting and stretching,
as if they were breaking and reforming in a
