CHAPTER FIFTEEN- THE ONES WHO WATCH.

~Damon’s POV~

The snow hadn’t stopped falling.

I stood on the ridge overlooking the ravine, the cold biting into my skin like teeth. But I barely felt it. Not anymore.

Not since the night she surged.

Not since the gate stirred.

I could feel it again now, the slow, steady pulse beneath the world...

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