Damien’s POV:
Lily’s hands were cold when I touched them,
And that fact nearly drove me mad in anger and rage.
My mate stood in front of me with a calm expression while wearing a torn, blood-stained dress. The blood was so thick that it seemed as if some of it had congealed badly on her skin. Her eyes lifted to meet mine and my heart only stopped pounding when she smiled at me.
“I’m okay,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
I stretched out my hand and gently cupped her cheeks while forcing myself to take deep, long breaths. I could not afford to lose my cool when my wolves were watching. An alpha should always be composed, and this right here was the only time I had ever felt my composure breaking.
“Come inside,” I murmured, pointing towards the hall, “Please,”
Lil
