Damon's POV
"They took him."
Mills's words hit me like a punch to the gut. I stare at the blood on the warehouse floor where Derek should be, and my wolf howls inside my chest.
"f**k," I breathe, running naked through the debris. Still haven't shifted back fully, don't give a s**t about clothes right now. "Which way did they go?"
"Back exit," Mills gasps, holding her ribs. "Maybe ten minutes ago."
Ten minutes. Might as well be ten hours with these freaks.
Kira kneels beside Mills, checking her injuries. Through our bond, I feel her determination mixed with grief. She's trying not to cry, but Derek was like a brother to her. Is like a brother to her. I won't use past tense. Not yet.
"How many?" I ask.
"Four. Including their leader." Mills coughs, and blood flecks her lips. "The silv
