DAMON
The punch went straight to my nose and it hurt like a b***h. f**k! Blood exploded across my face, hot and metallic, and I had to bite back the growl that wanted to tear out of my throat. Motherfucker was jealous, I knew that.
Could smell it on him—that bitter, acrid scent of possessiveness mixed with fear. But I didn't have time for his bullshit. Not when Sloane was standing there looking like her entire world was crumbling around her.
I ignored Declan completely, turning my attention to Sloane. "Your son is a werewolf," I said bluntly, wiping the blood from my face with the back of my hand. "A supernatural being with a mix of werewolf traits. And before you start arguing with me about what's possible and what's not, just listen."
She opened her mouth, probably to tell me I was i
