Derek's POV
Walking away from Damon and Kira feels like abandoning my post during a goddamn war. But they need privacy for what's about to happen, and I need to make sure we don't get murdered while they're busy becoming spiritually bonded or whatever the hell a mating ritual actually involves.
The tunnel stretches ahead of me, concrete walls sweating moisture that drips into puddles I'm trying not to think about. My phone's flashlight cuts through the darkness, but it also makes me a target if anyone's looking.
Behind me, I can already hear their voices getting lower, more intimate. The mate bond between them is pulsing so hard it's making my wolf restless as f**k. Like being stuck in a room with someone else's pheromones cranked up to eleven.
"Jesus," I mutter, moving deeper into the
