Chapter 47. The Long-Awaited Question

Damon POV

“What is it that you couldn’t say in front of Stella?” I asked, my voice low, eyes narrowing at the unease written across Julie and Dexter’s faces.

Julie didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she handed me a folded paper—an intelligence report from one of our embedded spies. I opened it quickly, expecting the usual grainy photos and coordinates. But what I saw turned my blood cold.

Pictures of the Night Angel Pack’s hideout—grim, shadowed, marked by blood sigils and ancient runes. But in the center of the image…

A human heart.

Suspended inside a glowing glass dome.

Still beating.

“What the hell is this?” I muttered, unable to tear my eyes away from the grotesque, pulsing organ.

“Our scouts tried to destroy it,” Dexter said, tension lining his voice. “Nothing worked. The glass barrier is protected by something powerful—something unnatural.”

Julie nodded. “We need to contact Witch Hilda. She might be the on