The Blood Lord's Shadow

~Damon~

A stack of glossy photographs slapped against the polished mahogany of my desk.

I stared down at the images, my jaw clamping shut so hard my teeth ground together. The crime scene photos were a brutal, unfiltered display of carnage. Dead members of my pack sprawled in the dirt, their bodies twisted in unnatural angles. Their skin possessed a sickening, translucent pallor, drained of eve