What was going on?

Within an hour since Aiden’s death, the city was on lockdown. No werewolf would be able to leave without Damon knowing, and his men went out into the city towards known rogue haunts and began to take each of them down.

All of Damon’s men were active, no longer on standby. With Aiden gone, he would have to apply stronger measures.

“Cousin, if you need us to come in, all you have to do is say so.”

That was Victor Erikson (actually Victor the second, son of the scientist that had formulated Virax over two decades ago) on the phone with Damon.

The golden eyes Hunter breathed out slowly, leaning his head in his fingers as he sat in his penthouse apartment. Aiden’s Hunter ring sat on the table in front of him, overlooking the skyline that glittered with bright lights from skyscrapers.

If anyone looked upon the scene, they would have assumed Damon was in mourning, that he had just lost his friend and sister in one day. But that wasn’t why he was on edge.

He was on edge because the two pawns h