Damon's POV
It's happening again. That rage, that uncontrollable fury that I've spent years trying to lock away, trying to suppress, trying to pretend doesn't exist. But this time around, it's going to be for a good cause. This time I'm not going to spare them. This time I'm going to let the monster out and I won't feel guilty about it.
My mate is lying there on that filthy motel bed, half naked and half dead. Her clothes are torn, her body is covered in bruises, and there's blood on her face from where they hit her. The gag is still in her mouth and her eyes are closed, her chest barely rising and falling with shallow breaths.
What the hell did you ever go through in your life, Raven? What kind of torture did these bastards put you through before you ran away? How did you survive this
