Damien's POV
The castle gates fell before me like paper. The guards—Victor's loyal dogs—barely had time to raise their claws before my blade found their throats. My wolf rode my skin like fire under my flesh, urging me forward, promising ruin for anyone who stood in my way.
I stormed through the marble halls, each footstep echoing like a war drum. The scent of old blood and something sweeter—hers—dragged me deeper until I found him.
Victor. Standing there in his smug black coat, like the king of rotting corpses he was.
I raised my sword, the steel singing for blood. "Where is she?"
Victor just smiled. Slow. Wicked. He lifted his hand, pale fingers flicking toward the shadows on his right.
"See for yourself, Alpha."
My eyes shifted. The world seemed to slow, the roar in my head falling dead silent.
There she was.
Eva.
