Damien's POV
The wind clawed at my face as I emerged from the tree line, the forest around me alive with whispers I couldn't quite name. The Blood Moon hung low, its red light spilling across the ground like molten iron. I could feel it, not just in the air, but in my bones, in the slow pulse beneath my skin. The bond was calling, tugging me forward with relentless insistence, and every instinct screamed that Adrian was near.
I paused, chest heaving, ears straining against the forest's sounds. The shadows didn't feel ordinary tonight. They writhed, twisting unnaturally, coiling like serpents, as if the land itself knew something I hadn't yet seen. I tasted electricity on the wind, bitter and sharp. Every nerve in my body vibrated with energy, a signal from him. Adrian. Alive. But… different.
