Damien's POV
I waited patiently for Sylvia to be done, before I entered the room again, my body rigid with tension. I watched her- the love of my life lying down there, looking so helpless and frail and my heart did a little compression exercise as I forced out a breath.
Amara had always been a lively person, so seeing her like this was new to me, and I hated it with everything in me. I wanted to find the bastard that did this to her and cut them down limb by limb.
I walked to her, reminding myself that she was not mine and I should mind her boundaries.
I took a chair to the front of her bed, just watching her and cursing myself. Yes, I do care for a lot of injured people in the pack, but it was different with her and I could not help myself.
I hated myself for being this way. Why wa
