Ara's POV
“Report.”
The moment we reached the new camp, a scattering of tents nestled in a forest clearing, Damon’s voice cut through the murmurs of the warriors.
He sat inside the largest tent, draped in shadows and authority, his posture regal as he waited for Enzo’s response. From the way the warriors deferred to him, it was clear Enzo had been leading them in Damon’s absence.
Damon’s grip on my hand never loosened. If anything, he pulled me closer, his thumb brushing absently over my knuckles. Enzo’s gaze flickered to me for a brief second—curious, assessing—before his expression smoothed into neutrality.
“Nearly three hundred rogues slaughtered. The count could be higher. Five captured alive.” Enzo reported.
Damon’s jaw tightened. “I’ll interrogate them myself.” Then, af
