Damion’s POV
The darkness around me was alive.
It slithered beneath my skin, crawling into every vein, every nerve, every thought. The shadow realm was silent, yet the silence screamed louder than a thousand wolves howling at once. My breathing came out ragged, my chest heaving as the suffocating black mist coiled around me like chains.
I could feel my wolf… but this wasn’t the wolf I’d known my whole life.
This was something wilder, darker—untamed.
My claws extended without my command, tearing through the skin of my hands. My teeth ached, lengthening into sharp fangs as guttural growls ripped from my throat. The taste of blood filled my mouth, though I hadn’t bitten anything. I slammed my fist into the cold, jagged ground, snarling like a beast losing control.
“Focus,” I growled to
