Three days later, I went to the backstreet clinic for the removal surgery.
I told no one.
In a way, it felt like revenge against Damian.
'From today on, I am no longer your property. There is nothing on my body that ties me to you anymore. To hell with you.'
Then I almost laughed at myself.
This was all the rebellion I had left. He would never know about it, not for the rest of his life.
The operating room was small, and the light above me was glaringly bright. The doctor had me lie on my side and bare the back of my neck.
When the anesthesia needle went in, it was not exactly painful. It was a dull, spreading ache, as if someone were stirring through my bones with an ice-cold needle.
"Your inner wolf is already very weak," the doctor said. "There may be a rejection reaction during
