CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE

“Damion?”

I gape at him, more so at the blood splattered all over his hands and face.

He grins at me, “Miss me?”

“W-What?” My head is filled with concern and confusion. “What are you doing here?”

“Saving you,” He announces, cheerfully, causally wiping blood on his black pants.

I feel so bewildered, watching him stride in with that lazy attitude, not a care in the world.

“You can’t be here!” I hiss, my eyes darting towards the door. “If Logan comes in-”

“You mean that old fart?” Damion asks with a frown. “He’s not here right now. Apparently, there was some explosion in some part of the territory.”

From the sneer on his face, I have a feeling he had something to do with that.

As he approaches, even without my wolf senses, I can still smell the stench of blood on him. However, this is not the time to swap stories.

“You need to get out of here!” I tell him urgently. “Even if Logan isn’t here, there will be other shifters around. One human can’t-”

He sits down on the bed next t