Damien POV:
I stood on the balcony of my office, the cool breeze brushing past my skin, but even that didn't settle the storm brewing inside me. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the pack lands. The serenity of the night felt like a stark contrast to the turmoil in my mind. I glanced down at the papers scattered on my desk, my thoughts still tangled in the conversation I'd had earlier.
Lazarus, leader of the vampire clan, had reached out. An offer of collaboration.
If someone had told me a year ago that I'd be considering working with vampires, I would have laughed in their face. But things weren't the same anymore. The world wasn't the same. The threats that loomed over our heads weren't just from rival wolves or rogue packs. They were from creatures far more dangerous, far more calculated, and Lazarus had made a strong case for the alliance.
