“You don’t know anything” I snapped
“And you do?” Grimm retorted “From where I’m standing, you’re the one in the dark. no pun intended”
I called my wolf. With doom’s day heavily weighing in on me, I was left with one option. Reach out to my mate. my blood might be poisoned, I might be stripped of my dignity, my strength must have been broken down but I was a werewolf. I shut my eyes tightly. Picturing Damien’s sharp jawline, the twinkle in his green eyes, the curve of his lips when he manages to sneak in a smile, I picture his mouth move to say my name, the feeling of being wrapped around his arms, the feeling of his lips against mine, his hands in my hair. I could see him now, deep in the forest, Paving his way through clusters of leaves. He was looking for me. l knew he’d look for me.
