Daemon
Five minutes ago, I was ready to close my eyes for good. Now I was watching witches and lycans bow before my true mate. Before long, every wolf clan will kneel at her feet.
Diana had accepted me not because of the mark. She had done it because she couldn’t bear to let me die, and that meant far more.
We had both come within a breath of death, and now we stood on the same side of the chasm we had spent so long creating between us. I wanted to believe that, after tonight, we had finally stopped fighting each other.
Diana walked beside me slowly, clearly conserving what little strength she had left. She had made it through the coronation only because she had always possessed far more stubbornness than common sense. Now, however, every step seemed to cost her a visible effort. Sever
