-Damon’s POV-
Blake walked away from the oasis, and I could tell Anya was worried. I don’t know what she saw in her premonition, but it was enough to scare her, and she sat in my lap, trembling. I cradled her close to my chest for a few minutes, reassuring her that she was safe, loved, and protected.
“Is this really turning into a war?” Her tiny voice mumbled against my chest.
I sighed. “I’m so sorry, baby; I wish you didn’t have to go through this heartache. But this is how things are taken care of in our world. Alphas like Damien have to be destroyed, or it will only breed more violence and despair.” My fingers found their way into her hair, and I took in her scent, which calmed me instantly.
I felt her weight shift under me, and our eyes locked with one another. Her fingertip
