Damon POV
Maddox stirred.
Of course this hound did. It would be too easy if he just stopped breathing, like one of his friends.
I looked to the third wolf-brat. He was still breathing too.
Whatever happened here was powerful.
My sight was back on Maddox. Blood trickled down his temple, but he was trying to sit up now, mumbling something slurred and senseless. One eye was swollen shut. Breath wheezing through cracked ribs. Still alive.
Too alive.
Rayna stepped back when I moved. She didn’t stop me.
“You had a choice,” I said, pacing toward him. “You could’ve stayed drunk and loud and stupid. But you dragged her out. You let others follow. You made her bleed.”
He spat blood. “She’s cursed.”
I didn’t say a word. I just broke his wrist.
Maddox screamed - raw and high and short-l
