Mag-log inAutumn arrived at the house just as the first hints of dawn began to touch the sky. She walked right up to the front door, her bare feet making no sound on the stone path leading up to the entrance.Even from outside, she could feel Damon's presence. It hit her like a physical force, loud and terrifying, pressing against her chest and making it hard to draw a full breath. His power rolled out from inside the house in waves, dark and violent, the kind of energy that promised death to anyone foolish enough to get too close.Autumn pushed the door open anyway and stepped inside, Amira cradled in her arms. The girl was still completely unconscious, her head lolling against Autumn's shoulder, her breathing deep and even. Whatever Autumn had used to knock her out was strong… Amira was totally oblivious to everything happening around her, lost somewhere in drug-induced sleep.Autumn moved through the entrance hall and gently placed Amira on the large couch in the sitting room. She arranged t
Callie woke up slowly, her consciousness dragging itself up from the depths like she was swimming through mud. Her head felt heavy, too heavy to lift, and there was a throbbing pain in her chest that pulsed with every heartbeat. She became aware of the wetness on her cheeks… tears, rolling down her face even though she didn't remember starting to cry.Everything around her was dark. Not just dim, but pitch black.She tried to move and immediately felt the weight. Heavy chains wrapped around her wrists, the metal cold and rough against her skin. More chains around her ankles, binding her legs together. The sound of them rattling echoed in the confined space, loud in the silence.It took her a full minute to process what was happening, her drugged mind working slowly through the fog. She was moving. The floor beneath her swayed and jolted, accompanied by the creak of wood and the sound of wheels turning. She was in some kind of carriage.Callie tried to stand, pushing herself up on shak
"No!" Callie's scream tore through the air, raw and desperate… as the distorted world shifted around her.She watched in horror as rough hands grabbed her mother, yanking her arms behind her back. The rope came next, thick and coarse, wrapping around her wrists with brutal efficiency. Her mother's face twisted in fear and pain as they pulled the bindings tight."Help!" her mother shouted, her voice breaking on the word. "Callie, please!"Her older brother fought back, throwing punches, trying to break free from the men surrounding him. He was strong, always had been, but there were too many of them. One of the men brought something heavy down on the side of his head.Callie heard the sickening crack even from where she stood. Her brother stumbled, dazed, and they were on him in an instant. More rope, more hands, forcing him to the ground. Within seconds he was tied up just like their mother, unable to move, unable to fight anymore."No, please!" Callie tried to run toward them, her fe
Damon turned back slowly, his muscles coiled tight, ready to strike at any moment. Behind him, on the roof of one of the damaged houses, stood a man. He wore a dark hoodie that cast shadows over most of his face, but there was something about his stance, the way he held himself, that sent warning bells ringing through Damon's mind."Korran!" The name ripped from Damon's throat in a growl that made the air vibrate. "Took you long enough to show your face again."He let go of Owen without looking, releasing his grip on the other wolf's throat like he was discarding trash. Owen dropped to the ground in a heap, gasping and coughing, his hands going to his bruised neck as he fought to drag air back into his lungs.Damon's black eyes flicked down to Owen sprawled on the dirt, then back up to the figure on the roof. Something ugly twisted in his chest. "Wondering how this bastard went to such lengths to find someone to get rid of me," he said, disgust dripping from every word as he looked do
Damon arrived at the scene like a storm breaking over still water. His feet hit the ground just as the thick fog that had blanketed Callie's street began to thin and drift away in ghostly tendrils. Bodies were scattered everywhere, lying in twisted heaps on the dirt road, slumped against houses, sprawled across porches. None of them were moving. The air tasted wrong, chemical and bitter, coating the back of his throat with every breath. Someone had released a gas, something strong enough to knock out an entire street of wolves.His jaw clenched tight enough to hurt. The toxic smell hung heavy, mixing with smoke and something else he couldn't quite place.He didn't waste time checking the bodies. His eyes went straight to Callie's house, and what he saw made rage begin to simmer in his chest. The front section was destroyed, blackened wood and ash where walls used to be. Tiny flames still flickered on broken beams scattered in the yard, small orange tongues licking at the night air. M
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