Damon's POV
The smell of burned wood, blood, and silver hit me the moment I stepped out of the vehicle, and Ragnar immediately surged beneath my skin.
Something terrible had happened in Ravenshollow, and judging by the bodies scattered across the road, we had arrived too late to prevent it.
"Nobody moves without checking their surroundings. Finnick, take two warriors and search the western side. Callum, secure the road and keep everyone together. I want a head count before anyone enters a building." I ordered, drawing my weapon.
My warriors moved immediately, their training taking over as they spread through the ruined village.
Vespera stood several feet away, staring at a body near the remains of a wooden fence. Her face had gone frighteningly still, and I recognised the expression b
