{Damon’s POV}

“Beware the old man in a trade where most die young.”

The phrase echoed in my head the second Mallon lunged. He was no ordinary wolf, no weathered relic clinging to faded glory. He was an Elder, an Alpha, and he carried every year of experience in the way he moved. Precise, merciless, and without hesitation.

‘Damn, I might've underestimated him a bit.’

Our hulking wolf forms crashed together with a thunderclap of force. Sending bone shattering shockwaves throughout the mansion. Our claws met each other's bodies as mind numbing pained licked our fur, jaws, bones and everything that stood between us and the utter display of violence....