Damien’s POV
The pain was so severe that I couldn’t follow it. I felt like I was standing in a buzzing room surrounded by spikes. Everything was echoing, amplifying, confusing me. I struggled to hold onto my mind as I searched out the only person I thought might have some idea where Amelia was.
Jake.
One of my arms I wrapped around myself, holding myself back, trying to physically hold myself from shifting. The other hand I cupped my head, my headache returning full force now as I was trying to grasp that my mate might be dead.
Inside of me, my wolf was raging and howling so loudly that I could barely hear my own thoughts. So easily, I could fall into alignment with him, shift, and rage again.
Remembering Victoria’s terrified face helped me hold on. My sister and I didn’t have the bes
