Derek's POV
Damon's rage floods through the pack connection, so hot and violent it makes me stumble. I grab onto the hood of my truck to steady myself, gritting my teeth against the wave of fury washing over me.
"s**t," I mutter, pressing my palm against my temple. "Thomas, you feeling this?"
Thomas leans against the medical van, his face pale. "Yeah. He's losing it."
Through the bond, I can feel everything. Damon's wolf is completely in control now. All instinct and bloodlust. The civilized part of him, the part that thinks before he acts, is buried under layers of primal need.
"Elena, how many wounded do we have?" I call out.
She looks up from the stretcher she's working on. Blood covers her scrubs, and exhaustion lines her face. "Twelve serious injuries. Three critical."
"Can the
