Ara's POV
The scene outside was utter devastation. It looked like a storm had torn through the camp— broken weapons littered the ground, tents lay in shreds, supplies and food scattered, and wounded wolves groaned in pain. Blood soaked the earth.
Was this Damon’s doing? My breath caught. Goddess, he was a storm. Unstoppable and terrifying.
At the entrance to the camp stood Enzo, flanked by Damon’s warriors, forming a solid wall. And there— my heart stuttered— one of the rogues from the dungeon. I recognized him instantly.
“Bring him here,” Damon ordered, voice cold and commanding.
Enzo shoved the rogue forward. The man stumbled, collapsing to his knees in the dirt.
“We caught him near an abandoned warehouse, just past the human settlement,” Enzo reported.
I studied the rogue's face
