Chapter 135

••• Damien’s POV ••• Dust clung to my boots as I stalked across the makeshift war camp. The warriors parted in silence, their gazes cast low. No one dared stop me. Not when my aura was this unstable. Not when Eros was pacing just beneath my skin, his growls vibrating through every muscle in my body. I didn’t pause. Didn’t greet anyone. I had one target. Martin. The Blood Moon Pack’s section of the war camp was still intact—barely. Half-collapsed tents, bloodstains from earlier skirmishes, broken weapon crates from my unleashing my aura earlier, and from our fight. But I could still scent him. Smug. Smoldering with arrogance. Elijah’s body was thrown aside like a piece of trash. Fuck! I didn’t care if he crawled or bled or died in the dirt like the traitor he was, but I needed the most important answer right now. Since Elijah was hurt badly, there was only one person left who might still be breathing and knew where to find her — Martin. For now, Elijah wasn’t my priority. I would take c