Damon.
Falling into routine was something I never imagined would happen here after everyrhing I’ve been through the previous years. Not in this academy full of testosterone drunk wolves, half feral teenagers, haunted veterans and too many secrets stitched beneath the surface of every building and training field.
And yet the days began to take shape around me like they always did. No matter where I went or whether it was a battlefield or a throne room or an institution meant to "discipline" the future of the supernatural world structure found me.
And regrettably, so did he. My new shadow Willow.
My supposed second in command. The name alone should’ve come with a warning label with “Excessively neat and prone to panic in quiet settings and loyal to a fault.” The man was a walking contr
