Chapter Fifty Nine
I’m not entirely sure I believe that he’ll keep it together, but I also believe he’ll be a lot less cool headed if he hears a report from someone other than me. If I tell him, I have a chance to soften the narrative a little so he doesn’t lose his sh*t—if someone like Morgana, who’s as blunt as it gets, tells him, he’ll probably shift into wolf form and tear apart this room. When I take too long to speak, Christian squeezes my thigh, silently telling me to get on with it.
Screw it.
I tell Damon, “We portaled close to Shadow pack territory, in view of the mountains. Then, we did a cooperative spell to bring the mountain tumbling down on the packhouse.” I pause as a grin spreads on my face, because holy sh*t was that spell goddamn awesome. “The mountain actually crack
