Damon’s POV
The first light of dawn painted the sky with soft hues of pink and orange, a serene and tranquil scene that contrasted with the turmoil raging within me. I could feel the familiar itch beneath my skin, the primal urge of my wolf yearning to be set free, to run wild and hunt beneath the open sky.
Normally, I would wait for my brothers, sharing the hunt and the exhilarating chase that bonded us together. But this time, something was different. I needed solitude, a respite from the presence of others, an opportunity to think and reflect without the influence of my brothers.
The forest, with its ancient trees and winding paths, beckoned me like an old friend. It was a place where I could find solace and clarity, where the instincts of my wolf could guide my thoughts. There was a
