Kira's POV
I wake up to the smell of death.
My wolf senses are going crazy, picking up every scent, every sound, every heartbeat in the pack house.
"What the f**k," I whisper, pressing my palms against my ears.
The mate bond kicks in, and suddenly I can feel Damon's exhaustion washing over me like a cold wave. He's three floors up, coordinating the defense, and I can feel every decision weighing on him. Every choice between saving one person or another. Every moment of doubt and fear.
My wolf is pacing inside my head, restless and angry. She wants to fight. She wants to protect. She wants to hunt down Martinez and rip his throat out.
"Calm down," I tell her. "We need to think first."
She doesn't listen. She never does.
I force myself to stand, even though my legs feel like jello. T
