Damon's POV

I had enough anger in me to kill a thousand men, but even in the heat of the moment, I had to acknowledge that I was extremely vulnerable to many things at that point.

My skin was ripped in multiple places, White Wolf had kept me near searing silver for so long, I needed at least a month to feel good enough.

“Call Cody for me.” I said. After all, nothing stated that I must be the one to face anything with balls big enough to spit at me.

“He's been off the grid for a while.” One of the fear stricken never-do-wells I feed replied.

“And why...