Aria's POV
I led the vampire army through the forest toward the wolf territory. The trees blurred around me as we moved, branches snapping beneath our boots and leaves rustling overhead.
The deeper we went, the stronger the scent of blood became. The Grayson Pack was close.
My fingers tightened around the weapon in my hand as I pushed forward, ignoring the strange uneasiness building inside my chest.
"Keep moving," I ordered. The vampires obeyed immediately, their footsteps falling into a steady rhythm behind me.
I should have felt satisfaction. Instead, something inside me felt wrong.
We continued forward until movement caught my attention. A figure stepped out from between the trees. I stopped. My breath caught. Damon.
I knew his name only because I had heard it before, on the nig
