DAMON
After I heard about the s**t that happened with Sloane, the first thing I did was go check on the bastard who had the guts to try and take them away.
I was seeing red, my wolf clawing at my insides demanding blood, demanding justice for what he'd done to our mate and her son. By the time I reached Sloane's house, Garrett was already conscious, struggling so hard to free himself from the chair Rika had tied him to.
His expensive suit was wrinkled and dirty, his perfectly styled hair was a mess, and there was dried blood on his lip from where someone had already hit him. Good!
The first thing I did the moment I saw him was lay a very powerful punch right across his face. The sound of my knuckles connecting with his jaw was satisfying as hell. He groaned, his head snapping to the s
