I could hear him in my head, and I didn't want to, even though I did, but my wolf pushed through and gave in. She finally let go and slumped under him.
But my anger was far from gone.
My wolf was now leaving me and I could feel myself shifting back.
Also sensing my shift, Damon got off me and backed away.
By the time I had gathered myself from the ground, Damon, who had already put on loose pants, had thrown a shirt and shorts my way.
I didn't want them from him, but I needed to cover up.
When I stood up, Damon's eyes were narrowed and cautious.
His back and torso were still bleeding slightly but I could see him healing quickly. He didn't even look like he was in pain.
My chest was still rising and falling rapidly, my breathing rash.
I was back in control b
