Elena's POV
Yep. It was official. Damon wasn't just the alpha anymore—he was a King. And now, he wasn't just wielding the power of wolves and witches. No, he had the vampires at his feet, pledging their loyalty, bowing down like devoted subjects.
I should have been proud. After all, he was my mate. The one who stood at the top of everything supernatural. But for some godforsaken reason, all I could feel was this deep, gnawing sense of foreboding—a whisper in the back of my mind telling me that something bad was coming. And when I looked at Damon, I didn't recognize him anymore. He was too far gone in his pursuit of power.
My wolf, Zena, didn't care though. She was proud of him. She liked the way the pack flocked to him, the way the vampires bowed to him. She liked the raw power he exuded, the way she could practically feel the authority pulsing through him. She liked it because she knew what I already suspected: Power attracts. And right now, Damon had it all.
