A sneak peak to Damon’s point of view of when he first met Amelia
Damon’s POV
The drive back to Brielle’s location was tense, filled with an unspoken urgency. Zadyre was silent in the passenger seat, his gaze fixed on the horizon. He hadn’t said much since I convinced him to come back and get her. Convincing him hadn’t been easy; his stubbornness was unmatched, and his pride even more so. But I couldn’t let him leave her behind.
“She’s your mate, Zadyre,” I’d told him earlier, my tone sharp. “You can’t just abandon her. You’ve been through hell, and so has she. The least you can do is protect her.”
He’d gritted his teeth, jaw tight, before muttering something about her safety being more important than his presence. But I knew better. Their bond was very strong and undeniable, no matter how much he tried to pretend he wasn’t drawn towards her or needed her.
As we got closer to the house where Brielle was supposedly at, I could feel Zadyre’s body tensing up. It was radiating off him li
