Damon's POV
My wolf is losing his f*****g mind.
I can feel him clawing at my insides, howling like a banshee as I run through these damn warehouse corridors. Kira's blood is soaking through my shirt, warm and sticky against my chest. Every step I take, more of it drips onto the concrete floor.
"Stay with me," I whisper against her ear. "Just stay with me, baby."
Her heartbeat is getting weaker. I can feel it through the mate bond like a dying drum. My wolf keeps screaming at me that I'm failing her. That I should have been faster. Should have been stronger. Should have protected her better.
"f**k," I growl, dodging another piece of falling debris. The warehouse is falling apart around us, but I don't give a s**t. Nothing matters except getting Kira out of here alive.
Behind me, I can
