Damon’s POV
The three knocks came from beneath the ground, and every instinct I possessed told me that whatever was making them had no business being inside my territory.
Callum stopped speaking halfway through a sentence, while Vespera froze beside the stone bench in the back garden, her silver mark flaring beneath the sleeve of her shirt.
Nobody moved.
Then came three more knocks.
I turned toward the ground between the garden path and the flower beds, drawing the pistol from the holster at my back as Ragnar stirred violently inside my head.
It knows she's here.
My wolf's warning sent a chill down my spine, and I shifted closer to Vespera, instinctively positioning myself between her and whatever waited beneath the earth.
“Before you start. This is a tactical decision, not an atte
