Damon Going For The Kill

"D-Damon?" The simultaneous call of his name made his body begin to itch. Before him there were two women....one of which was still knocking at his heart...while the other had slipped into his heart and reeked havoc.

'How is she standing there alive and well?'

That was the first question he asked himself. And his first solution was...hallucination. Just like that time at the mall, this could be nothing except that. But the harder he thought, the more implausible that sounded. It'd been years since he had beaten himself up about her betrayal and as such, it'd been years since he experienced hallucinations. This woman could be no one but her, skin and bones. But what his mind could not possibly explain, was her change in scent. She didn't have the scent of a werewolf, this was the scent of a human, a regular human. That could only mean her wolf counterpart had perished...But how? And was that the reason why he couldn't locate her all these years?

No, how and