Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 323

Damon:

The envelope was soaked from the rain before I even opened it.

And though I deep down I did not want to open it, I knew that I had to. If I did not, there was a lot of mistake and I was not going to risk that.

The scout who brought it had nearly collapsed at the edge of our border, bloodied, bruised, and clearly terrified out of his mind. He hadn’t said a word. Just handed me the red-stamped letter like it burned in his hands.

His eyes my mind for a moment before he stepped back, afraid of what was to happen. He knew that the message was a forge of war.

I didn’t open it right away.

Because I knew what it was, I knew what all of this meant, and I knew that it was not going to end without a sacrifice.

I stood beneath the overhang outside the war hall, letting the rain batter the roof above us like a warning drum. My wolves had already started gathering, eyes sharp, ears perked. Something in the air told them the same thing my gut already knew.

This wasn’t peace.

This was not how we imagined things to be or wanted them to be.

This was the storm before the massacre. A game that was being played, one that I knew was going to uncover itself very soon.

I peeled the seal open.

The wax cracked like bone.

“To the Alpha who thought he had time…

I gave you mercy.

I gave you time.

I gave you days to run, to hide, to beg for your Luna’s safety.

You didn’t take it.

You chose to stand. He chose to stand against me regardless of the warning.

Now you’ll take war.

This time, I’m not sending wolves. I’m sending death.

And this death is going to consume all of you, making you regret your decision. This death is going to be the ending of your line.

And I won’t stop until your blood runs colder than your father’s legacy.

Choose your burial ground.

Because it is coming and I would recommend that you start reading it not only for yourself but for those that you call family.

-G.”

I crushed the letter in my hand, fingers curling tight until my knuckles popped.

I let out a low growl before I could stop myself, though I did not want to. I couldn’t help it.

Sienna walked out moments later, a towel wrapped around her shoulders, her hair still damp from bathing Isla. The moment she saw my face, her steps slowed.

“What is it?” she asked, her voice low. “And don’t tell me that nothing is going on. I could see it in your eyes, Damon.”

I handed it to her without speaking. It was crushed, but I knew that she would open it.

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