Damon's POV
"You've got three seconds to explain to me what the fuck you just did to me," I growled, my power snapping through the room like a thunderclap, "or I will eliminate your entire stupid coven."
The witches dropped into another bow, trembling under the weight of my fury. Good. They should be scared.
"Forgive us, Dark Lord," one of them said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It seems… you are yet to awaken."
What?
"I said explain," I snarled, my voice deep and sharp, laced with both my beasts' fury and something else coiling just beneath my skin, "not add to the fucking confusion."
Another witch—this one older, eyes clouded like stormy skies—spoke next. "A prophecy was told… that you, our Dark Lord, would one day walk among us again. That a she-wolf would bear an abomination… the vessel for the Lord of the Underworld."
I stared at them, rage barely restrained. My patience was hanging by a damn thread.
