Damon's POV
Fuck, my head feels like someone took a sledgehammer to it and decided to throw in some broken glass for good measure. But I'm awake. More awake than these bastards think I am, anyway.
Whatever s**t they pumped into my veins feels like syrup trying to drag me back under, but my wolf is fighting. Fighting hard. These idiots designed their drugs for regular humans, not werewolves. Our metabolism burns through this crap faster than they expected, and right now that's the only advantage I've got.
I keep my breathing steady, my body loose like I'm still mostly out of it. Can't let them know consciousness is coming back piece by piece. Through the mate bond, Kira's presence hits me like a punch to the chest. She's here. In this hellhole. And she's terrified but trying to hide it b
