Damian's POV
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I could see the terror in her eyes, and the way she was looking at me as if she had seen a ghost. All my anger disappeared when I looked at her, and not even the thick and pungent smell of my victim's blood could distract me.
I could still hear the other one screaming as he ran, and my wolf longed to chase after him and rip his throat out. But I could not abandon Maeve. She was distraught, and tears were streaking down her face. I made my way towards her, but she took a step back in fear, the motion sending a pang of shock through my heart. I never imagined that she would actually be afraid of me, and if I had known that then I would never have been so vicious in front of her.
But what else was I supposed to do when I felt her fear suddenly? I was on my way to their ho
