Damon's POV
Yesterday was a disaster. Watching all those people—men, women, children—lying unconscious in hospital beds, some sprawled on the bare floor because there weren’t enough beds to go around, made me almost lose my damn mind.
My people were suffering, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to stop it. Powerless. Me, the Alpha of one of the most powerful packs, unable to save my own people. How the hell did it get this bad?
First, Camila was dead. She was supposed to be the one to break the curse. But Emma… Emma killed her. Now my pack was paying the price for what Emma did.
And if that wasn’t enough, this relentless, gnawing pain in my chest was eating me alive every single day. I never got a break from it. It was as if my insides were rotting away while I was still breat
