Damien’s POV
I was losing track of days. And not just that, I didn’t know the time of day either. Sunrises and sunsets blurred together. Day and night, didn’t really make any difference to me, not in any way that really mattered.
I moved like a zombie, and felt like one too. People talked to me, but I couldn’t really understand the words. What did it matter what they had to say anyway?
Nothing mattered. I had lost the only bit of brightness in my world.
My chest had a hole where my heart used to be, and it ached with each empty heartbeat.
I genuinely didn’t know if I could recover, and at this point, I didn’t care either.
Ethan had pretty much taken over the pack, with the help from the council. My mother helped too, from what I heard. From what little I retained from what people tol
