DAEMON’S POV
The waning afternoon light cast long shadows across the Demontails Pack’s grounds, the familiar quiet settling over everything, though tonight felt different.
Yet for some reason, I couldn’t shake a strange, restless energy simmering beneath the surface of my thoughts, like a nagging unease that stayed with me as I roamed the grounds.
Tonight would be the Walpurgis Night—the night I dreaded most each year. Even though the pack had grown accustomed to it each year and that the pack had moved with careful, urgent steps all day, preparing for what it would bring, the impact of it still left dread all over them when the evening of the Walpurgis night arrives.
Finally, the last of the sun’s light dipped behind the mountains, and I stood alone in the room where were I often g
