“You want to know why?” Darren asked, his voice shaking now, not with hesitation but with the rage of a man who has been waiting years to spit all of this into the world.
“Because Darren will be dead by then, Damon. I will pretend that I’m you. I will take your place. When they look at me, they will not see Darren anymore. They will see you. They will see the Alpha. They will see the Damon they loved and feared, and I will wear your name like I stole your face, your mate, your pack, your throne, your life. I will be the new Damon Thornvale”
He leaned closer until his lips were right at my ear, until the knife in my chest felt like part of his hand, until the heat of his madness burned hotter than the silver in my blood.
“Surprise, brother,” he whispered.
“This was never about killing
