Damon
After masquerading through the vampire kingdom and annihilating their precious first royal family, the storm in my chest finally began to cool. The inferno left behind from that pathetic encounter with my mate—Elena—had found release in the blood of royals. My rage was quiet now, but no less present. Just... satisfied.
I vanished the same way I came—like a shadow in fog. No alarms, no screams, no survivors to speak of my existence. Not a whisper would betray me.
Not a single soul left to remember.
Once I was well beyond the borders, I shifted.
My massive wolf form erupted from beneath my skin, black as obsidian and monstrous in size. I wasn't just an alpha. I was a predator born from two primal forces. My wolf towered above what any shifter would dare to call "normal." I wasn't a beast. I was the nightmare wolves feared in stories told to pups by trembling elders.
This wasn't just a wolf. It was power. Fanged, clawed, and soaked in borrowed darkness.
