DAMON.
"Please, Damon. No war."
I stare at Catherine as she pleads for the pack that wants her dead, heart in her eyes and sincerity shooting from them.
She is so good. So kind. It unnerves me how someone pure like her can be my mate.
I am not ashamed of my past. All I have done for my pack, I will gladly do again. But it doesn't change the fact that my hands are stained with blood and she doesn't want any more blood.
How did the Moon Goddess think that I would be a fitting mate for her?
"They don't deserve your kindness," I tell her.
"Maybe not, but I am not asking for them. I am asking for me. I want peace."
I can understand that. Her life, sure hasn't been easy. Living in a constant state of anxiety must wear on a person's soul. Of course, a war is the last thing that she would
