C279 THE SILVER TRAP

Damon stood at the edge of the old well behind the barn. The air coming out of the hole was cold and smelled like sour metal. He looked down and saw a shimmering, liquid light. It wasn't water. It was melted silver.

For a werewolf, this was a pool of death. Even the steam hitting Damon’s skin made his wolf howl in pain inside his mind.

"The Crimson Vale has kept this secret for a long time