Damon's POV
I sat at my desk, staring at the wall like it held the answers to all my problems. But no matter how long I stared, the answer never came. It was just pain—constant, unbearable pain in my chest.
Stacy’s words from that night echoed in my head like a goddamn broken record: The knife is still there, Damon. Maybe not physically, but it’s embedded in your soul.
I clenched my fists, trying to breathe through the fire that flared up every time I thought about it. My chest felt like it was splitting open, like the knife Andrea had stabbed me with was still twisting inside me.
I wanted to scream, to roar, to curse the Moon Goddess herself. Why me? Why my pack? They needed a strong Alpha, and instead, they got… this. A man barely holding on, growing weaker by the day.
The pack h
