Chapter 84: Fire and Fate
(Clara's POV)
The first thing I noticed was the sharp smell of antiseptic. My body felt like it had been trampled by a pack of wolves. Every limb throbbed, and my head pounded relentlessly. I tried to sit up, but a gentle but firm hand pressed me back down.
"Take it easy," Damien’s familiar voice murmured. My heart jumped—not from surprise, but from a flood of memories I hadn’t allowed myself to revisit for years.
I opened my eyes, squinting at the blinding white of the Northern Moon Pack medical wing. Damien sat beside my bed, his tall, lean frame as composed as ever. His dark hair curled slightly where it fell over his temple, hiding the faint scar on his brow.
"Damien," I croaked, my voice hoarse from disuse. “You’re here.”
"Of course, I’m here." Hi
