Damon's POV
The pain was relentless, clawing at my chest like a beast that refused to be tamed. It wasn’t just physical; it was like my soul was being shredded piece by piece. My wolf, Black, growled in frustration, his voice a shadow of the fierce entity he once was.
“What do we do about this pain? It’s becoming way unbearable each passing day,” he muttered, his voice tinged with despair.
I wish I knew. I’d spent the past four days locked in my room, unable to face the world or my responsibilities. My business empire—worth billions—was running itself for now, but how long could it last without me? My companies dealt in everything from real estate to luxury goods, ventures that required a sharp mind, not one dulled by agony.
I hadn’t eaten either. The thought of food churned my stomac
