Damon's POV
My mother's words echoed in my head long after she stormed out.
I wanted to chase after her. To grab her shoulders and shake the truth out of her. She knew something. I could see it in her eyes, in the way her face had gone white at the mention of Elena's name.
But she wouldn't tell me anything. Just kept insisting that I send Elena away. That her presence was dangerous. That I was making a terrible mistake.
I didn't understand. This was my past. My memories. My life. Why was everyone so determined to keep me in the dark?
The Healer appeared at my side, her expression troubled.
"Alpha, may I speak with you privately?"
I followed her to a quiet corner of the waiting room.
"I must share my concerns," she said in a low voice. "This woman's appearance is too coincidental."
