Chapter 40 The Guardians

• Under a full moon, the forest stretched cold and silent, save for the distant howls of wolves and faint, eerie laughter that drifted through the trees.
• Damon pressed forward along a narrow path, Anna’s limp body slung across his shoulders. His red Lycan eyes glowed fierce in the dark, cutting through the shadows like a blade.
• Tall trees towered above, their thick branches choking out the moonlight, leaving only slivers to speckle the ground.