Chapter 12 - The Wolves In The Shadow

• Damon
• Night has long since fallen, plunging the surrounding forest into a heavy darkness. The silence is disturbed only by the thud of my footsteps on the leaf-covered ground. The moon, pale and icy, filters through the foliage, casting moving shadows on the path.
• The taste of blood is still on my tongue. Dominic's blood. The bastard dared to defy me, dared to threaten Alina. I should have ripped out his throat, let him bleed to death at the foot of his fake throne. But I'm not yet ready to put an end to this game. Not until I've taken everything from him.