Andrei’s POV
The forest was almost too dark to see, even with my wolf’s enhanced vision, as we made our way through the underbrush. I led the search party deeper into the Thornwood, following the same path that the rogues would have taken when they fled Bloodmoon.
My jaw clenched as I pushed aside a low-hanging branch. Damon was out here somewhere. He had to be. I refused to believe that my brother was dead, even if the logical part of my brain kept whispering that the chances of finding him alive were slim to none.
“Alpha Andei! Over here!”
I turned toward the voice. One of the Bloodmoon warriors was crouched near the base of a massive oak tree.My heart lurched as I jogged over and dropped to a crouch beside him, ignoring the pop in my aging knees. There, half-buried in the soil and d
