Damon's POV
Explosives?
The scent hits me like a punch to the gut. Fear, sweat, and something else. The chemical smell made my wolf's rise.
My massive paws are silent on the concrete as I move through the warehouse. Every shadow could hide an enemy. Every corner could be a trap. But I don't give a s**t. Scott's scent is getting stronger, and that's all that matters.
Through the mate bond, I feel Kira slipping into unconsciousness as they prep her for surgery. The fear in her mind before she went under nearly brought me to my knees. Not fear for herself. Fear for me.
*Don't you dare die on me, Damon Lockwood.*
Her words echo in my head as I pad past overturned crates and broken glass. I won't die. Not tonight. Not when we've finally found each other.
A footstep echoes from somewhere
