Damien's pov
I stared at Sally's motionless body, regret crushing me until I could hardly breathe.
If I had made just one fewer mistake, everything would have been different.
She looked so small in the hospital bed, a tangle of hair against the white pillow. Machines hummed softly around her, keeping time with the beating of a heart that refused to give up.
Looking at her pale face, memories flooded back unbidden.
I was ten when Sally's father died protecting me.
In that moment, I'd made a silent promise to be her protector.
Protecting her became my purpose, and I watched over her like she was something rare and precious.
As we grew up, Sally followed me everywhere with her innocent smile and unwavering loyalty.
We grew up together in the Silverfang Pack.
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