Chapter Ninety Six

Damon's POV

I prowled the outskirts of the city, hugging the walls of the city as I scouted the men roaming the streets.

I was checking curiously for the weak link so I could hunt.

I clicked my tongue against my teeth, focusing on a man that caught my sight.

He was young, pretty young for an enforcer judging by the badge on his shirt.

He was nervously glancing at his phone and then at his colleagues.

He was lean, almost thin and his brown, wavy hair kept on falling into his eyes and the parse stubble on his cheeks made him look younger.

He was the perfect bait.

I waited for them to be done with their various patrols until they started to separate, each going in different directions.

He hesitated, before picking up his bag then he said goodbye to his colleagues, and started the long journey home.

I've been watching him for a couple of days now and he fits the bill.

Young, no close relationship except a distant older brother who seldom visited him.

No mate, no girlfriend, n