- Dimitri Sokolov:
After my brother dragged Nikolai out of the basement and went upstairs, I was left alone with Damon.
The feral, angry wolf shifter, chained and defeated, sat across from me like a caged beast.
The room smelled of damp cement and faint blood, a perfect backdrop to this moment of power.
Damon's muscles tensed against the dragon's steel chains, his breathing ragged from his ineffective struggle.
His rage was tangible, radiating off him like heat waves, but all I could feel was a deep, twisted satisfaction.
This was the same man who had once trapped Nikolai, the same one who had taken him and left him scarred. Now the tables had turned, and I couldn't help but revel in it.
There is so much anger coming out of him, I have never met someone angrier than him.
I leaned back in my chair, crossing one leg over the other, casually watching Damon thrash and snarl.
