BURIAL

Damien stood in the stillness of the night, leaning against the balcony overlooking the vast expanse of his territory. The cool breeze swept through the air, but it did little to calm the storm brewing inside him. His mother was gone, and the hole she left behind felt like an open wound, raw and aching. Rage, grief, and guilt mingled inside him, threatening to consume him entirely.

He gripped the railing with white-knuckled fists, the wood creaking under the force of his hands. His mind was plagued with thoughts of revenge, thoughts of Carl and Alpha Ralph, and how they would pay for what they’d done. His mother’s blood was on their hands, and Damien vowed that they would suffer for it. They had torn his family apart, and for that, they would face his wrath.

A low growl rumbled in his chest as his wolf stirred, responding to the turmoil inside him. His bloodlust, always lurking beneath the surface, began to rise. But this time, it wasn’t just the vampire side of him that wanted to kil