Damon -POV
I fought through the dense fog, my soldiers struggling against the relentless enemy. The Night Pack's resilience was unnerving; killing them was futile as they kept reviving. Our numbers dwindled, and poison coursed through my soldiers' veins, incapacitating us. The fog contained a slow-acting toxin that prevented us from shifting back to our lycan forms, forcing us into close combat.
"How am I going to get us out of this?" I muttered, dodging attacks as they came. Kellan, who had been missing, was still nowhere to be found. I grimaced as a punch landed out of nowhere, pain radiating through my body.
"You missed me, brother," Kellan's smug voice echoed as I stood, his smirk taunting me.
"Where have you been hiding, like a coward?" I spat blood, glaring at him. His smirk neve
