Chapter Eleven

Damon POV

After dropping that little bomb, Andrew didn't say another word, just walking into the forest and heading toward the training grounds, leaving me no choice but to follow behind him, thinking about what he said. Does Demitri truly call Elle the Luna? How could he know that? The longer I walk along the path back to the grounds. I cannot help but notice Slade has been unusually silent as I contemplate Andrew's and Matt's words. I am not hiding my feelings for Elle very well, as the whole damn pack sees what's happening except for her.

After fifteen more minutes of mindless wandering through the trees, I finally reach the training grounds, and that's when I smell the cinnamon scent I have come to crave. Why was Elle here? She wasn't allowed to train with the pack. Not paying attention to anything else, my eyes find her instantly. I will always be able to spot her like a moth can find a turned-on light. She is standing at the top of the training grounds in a training bra, leggi