Damien’s POV
I stepped back slowly after fastening the cuffs to the bedpost, checking them twice to be sure they were secure. Laura was still asleep, her breathing soft and uneven, lashes resting against her pale cheeks. I knew—God, I knew—she would hate waking up like this. She would feel betrayed, trapped. But it was the only option left.
She was changing too fast.
Her wolf was rising aggressively, pushing against her human side, drowning her reasoning. The cravings were no longer just thoughts; they were urges, violent, consuming urges. If I didn’t restrain her now, she could hurt herself… or worse.
I hated this. I hated every second of it.
I had blamed myself a thousand times already. Regretted biting her. Regretted rushing the process. But I knew the truth, Laura would always be
