Danielle's POV
The moon hung low in the sky, casting its muted glow on the unfamiliar terrain that stretched before me. Each step was a delicate dance upon the precipice of the unknown, and the silence of the night was only punctuated by the rustle of leaves underfoot. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and distant pine, a stark contrast to the structured confines of Damian's domain.
My emotions, much like the swirling mists that clung to the shadows, were a turbulent sea within me. The rejection of Damian, the breaking of the sire bond, had unleashed a storm of conflicting feelings that surged through my being. I was free, unshackled from the oppressive influence, yet the weight of my choices pressed heavily on my heart.
The supernatural world, once a labyrinth I navigated
