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Thirty Two ( Damon's POV)

Author: Tyna Morrin
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-03 15:34:27

The hunter’s face was still bloody when they dragged him before me. His wrists were bound, but his eyes carried audacity, as if he believed what he had done was righteous.

I could smell the arrogance before he even opened his mouth.

I dismissed the other guards with a flick of my hand. Only Rowan lingered near the door, arms folded, silent as ever.

The hunter spat blood on the floor, glaring up at me.

“She’s a witch,” he growled, lip split from the beating he had already taken. “That child was marked. You would damn the whole pack if you let dirt like that live.”

My wolf lunged inside me. I slammed him against the stone wall so hard the breath left his lungs in a wet gasp.

My claws punched through his shirt, not deep enough to kill, but enough to draw blood. His scent soured instantly, fear cutting through arrogance.

“You don’t raise a bow in my territory without my word,” I said, low enough that it rumbled from my chest. “You don’t put a child in your sights, Do you understand me?
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