SOPHIA’S POV
I kept my eyes closed as Damien drove us home, pretending the moonshine had knocked me out.
My head spun, but not just from the alcohol. I kept seeing Declan's hand swinging toward my face, and I felt my wolf growling, ready to rip into him despite pack rules. Damien stopping it meant nothing. He was always too late.
I felt something heavy on my shoulders - his coat. His scent hit me, and my throat went tight.
My wolf whimpered, wanting him. It made my heart race faster. I hated that these small gestures still affected me. I hated that some stupid part of me wanted to believe he cared.
"She drank a whole bottle," Declan muttered from the back. "I've never seen anyone do that."
"She did what she had to do," Damien said quietly. "To protect you.“
"I didn't
