Damien POV:
I walked back to the house in my human form. I was covered in debris and mud, the taste of blood still fresh in my mouth.
The lights were on as usual in the main house, but I was only looking at her window. I wanted to see her, needed to see her, but I wasn't sure if she was still angry at me from earlier. I walked into the cottage, which I left broken and a mess. It was now pristine, everything broken was replaced with new furniture. I slammed the cottage door and headed to the bathroom for a shower. The bathroom had been scrubbed clean, I wonder what had warranted my mother to do such a deep clean. I rolled my eyes, I'm not sure I truly cared.
I turned on the hot water and stood under the stream. The water ran down through my black hair and down my body, washing away the
