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CHAPTER EIGHTY THREE

“What is it?”

Damion’s voice makes me shiver.

Something is very wrong with me.

I know it.

I shouldn’t be reacting like this to him.

Even if for one moment, I don’t think this anything to do with James, the fact that this person is so much at ease with the idea of blood and death. How can I be lusting after such a terrifying person?

I try to keep my tone even, “What are you?”

His laughter is a low husky sound and I sink my teeth into my lower lip, trying to keep in my reaction to even his voice. It’s not like I haven’t met good-looking males before. However, I have never once reacted like this to one. It’s like my own body is not mine to control.

Damion doesn’t seem to be aware of my internal struggle, “Why is it so important that you know?”

“Because no shifter species that I know of is capable of wiping out an entire pack the way you just did. You’re not even hurt! Not even a scratch!”

“That’s not true,” he says, holding out his hand from behind me. “I got a scratch while
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