Damian POV:
The second I storm back into her room, I already know the damn leech beat me to it. He’s perched by the window like some smug, undead gargoyle, and there she is—still curled up just the way I left her, like a fragile little heartbeat in a world full of predators.
My wolf’s already clawing at my skin, fangs itching to sink into that cold bastard’s throat. I don’t even have to speak before he’s growling through my mouth, voice sharp and full of rage.
"What did you do to her?"
Her.
He said her. He f*****g knows.
The words hit me like a slap, like ice water to the face. He knows. That blood-sucking freak already knows she’s not a boy. Which means... f**k.
He touch her
Did he hurt her?
My stomach twists with something worse than fury—it’s panic. Pure, searing panic that mak
