Chapter 2:Enemy Beside Me
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Aria couldn't breathe.
Damon's words echoed inside her head.
“The people who killed your family.”
Another gunshot shattered the silence.
Damon grabbed her hand.
“Run.”
“I don't trust you.”
“You don't have to trust me.”
He pulled her behind a stone wall just as another bullet struck the ground where she had been standing.
“Then why are you helping me?” Aria demanded.
Damon looked at her.
“Because you're my mate.”
“That isn't an answer.”
“It is the only answer I can give you right now.”
Aria stared at him angrily.
Five years of hatred couldn't disappear because of one strange mark on her wrist.
She raised her dagger.
“If you're lying to me, I'll kill you myself.”
Damon's lips curved into a faint smile.
“I believe you.”
Suddenly, a low growl came from the darkness.
Damon's expression changed.
“Stay here.”
Before Aria could respond, his eyes flashed gold.
Bones shifted.
A terrifying black wolf emerged where the man had stood.
Aria stepped backward.
She had heard stories about werewolves.
But she had never seen one.
The enormous wolf disappeared into the darkness.
Then screams echoed through the night.
Aria waited.
One minute.
Two.
Five.
Finally, Damon returned, blood covering his black shirt.
“Are you hurt?” Aria asked before she could stop herself.
Damon looked surprised.
“You were worried about me?”
“I was asking because I don't want my enemy dying before I get my answers.”
He smiled.
“Of course.”
He walked toward her.
Then suddenly—
BOOM!
The mansion exploded behind them.
Aria turned.
Flames rose into the night sky.
“My God…”
Damon grabbed her shoulders.
“Aria, listen to me.”
“What?”
“They know you're alive now.”
“Who are they?”
Damon stared into the flames.
“The Crimson Moon.”
Aria's face went pale.
She knew that name.
It was the organization her father had spent years investigating before he died.
Damon lowered his voice.
“And there's something else you need to know.”
“What?”
He looked directly into her eyes.
“Your father wasn't killed because of me.”
“Then why?”
Damon took a breath.
“Because he discovered what you really are.”
Aria froze.
“What am I?”
Damon reached for the mysterious mark on her wrist.
“You're not just a werewolf.”
The mark began to glow.
“You're the last Moonblood.”
And somewhere far away, hidden in the darkness, a pair of red eyes opened.
A voice whispered—
“The Moonblood has awakened.”
To be continued…
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