Damon's POV
'Damon!' Ryan's warning howled through my skull like a siren.
'We're going back.' My claws were already unsheathed, scraping against stone as I turned. The air tasted wrong—too still, too quiet for a den that should have been teeming with filth.
Sailas kicked aside a rusted food tin, the clatter echoing through the cavernous underground tunnel. Torn clothes, food and supplies, even weapons laid there.
"This is massive," he whistled. "Could've housed three, four hundred rogues easily." His boot nudged a pile of discarded weapons. "So where the hell did they all go?"
"Fall back." My command cut through the stale air. "Now."
Sailas blinked at me. "You are joking? This is our chance to wipe them out for good."
"It's empty." My claws unsheathed. The scent of old blood and ro
