LOGINDamon's POV The Morning GatheringMorning came too fast.All night i stayed awake, i continued to roll about thinking about how i will face my pack. Milo slept against my body fur."Stop worrying so loud," he said without opening his eyes. "You are shaking the whole cave."And that was true, the small room couldn't contain my aura that was leaking out uncontrollably due to my nervousness.The sound of footsteps came, James appeared onfront of the door."Its time, they are gathering," he said. "Everyone who can walk is there."My stomach turned, Or what was left of it in this form."Ready?" Milo asked, stirring awake.I nodded at James, who looked at me one last time, before leaving the small room. "This is a bad idea..." I started "Even the good ideas was once seen as bad ones" Milo countered me, not giving me chance in any way.I wanted to run again, hell I wanted to just disappear from the surface of the earth. But before the thought could cross my mind. A soft hand rested on my
Chapter 128Damon povWe walked slowly back to the cave. Side by side, my massive form walking next to Milo's smaller features must have looked ridiculous.But Milo continued to put on a shy smile throughout our walk back to the cave. Despite my advances , he refused to look at me in the eyes. And I let him be, choosing not to bring up what he said earlier at the river.The Moon hung lazily in the sky. Illuminating the forest path, when we got to the cave, it was past midnight already and the people had retired to their tents.As quietly as possible, we made our way to the cave entrance, making sure not to make any noise or wake anybody, but before we could sneak into the cave, James appeared like a ghost, looking all serious."We have a problem," he said,Of course we did.****************************In one of the bigger rooms on the cave, we gathered together in an emergency meeting. Milo leaning beside me, with Daphne, and James, my only two closest people apart from Milo."The
Damon's PovRun!!!!That's all I could think. Run away. Run from Milo's eyes. Run from it all, from what I had become.My wolf screamed inside me to turn back, it pained him to be far from his mate, especially now that the bond was stronger than before. It hurts to be far away from Milo.*Don't leave mate!* my wolf cried. *Need mate! Want mate!*But I didn't listen. I couldn't.As I ran out of the cave, And that's when I saw it. The true stateof my pack, Really saw the truth that James had trid to hide from me. Tents made of scraps littered the forest ground. Wounded wolves everywhere. Children crying. My people were hungry.This wasn't a pack. This was what was left of a pack.We hadn't won. We were barely survived.And it was my fault. I was supposed to protect them. I was supposed to be the strong alpha…like my father had wished i would become, But I had failed woefully, I have failed him, I have failed my people. My father's voice echoed in my head, "Weak. Always weak. You'll
Milo's POV Seven Days of WaitingSeven days.That's how long Damon had been asleep.Seven days of me sitting by his side, watching his massive chest rise and fall. Seven days of wondering if he would ever wake up. Seven days of everyone treating me like I might break if they spoke too loud."Milo, you need fresh air," Daphne had said for the hundredth time since Damon went into a coma. "And sunlight, and real food.""I am fine here," I told her, not moving from my spot next to Damon's beast form.I wasn't scared of him. Even like this, he was still my Damon. Still the one who saved me. Still the one who fought an entire army just to keep me safe."The herbs I have aren't working," Daphne said, checking Damon's temperature. "His wounds are healed, but he won't wake up. It's like his mind is... stuck somewhere.""Then we wait." I said simply, not tearing my gaze away from him."Milo… he needs moonflower herbs, but it's a rare species of herb. It can only be found near the range mountai
Waking upDamon povIn my sleep, I heard different voices alternating between each other."They're both alive, but barely.""The boy has lost too much blood.""And…the commander.”"Still trapped in his form, The curse is too strong.""What do we do?""We wait. And hope.""Hope for what?""That a miracle would happen for both of them.”“Stupid fools. I am alive, release me at once.” I screamed but it seemed like the voices could hear me.I wanted to wake up. I wanted to see who was talking. I wanted to see milo, But sleep held me tight.All I could do was wait.I hope that when I woke up, Milo would still be there.Still be alive.Still be mine.***************************I woke up gasping for air, like I'd been underwater for too long.My whole body hurts. Every muscle, every bone, my lungs burned as they opened to allow oxygen to enter.I tried to move, but something was wrong. My hands... they weren't hands. They were still giant paws with long claws.I was still the beast.How am
Past memoriesDamon's POV“fifteen years ago…”"Again!" Father's voice boomed across the training ground, scaring the surrounding scarecrows that flew into the air.I was just seven years old. My body hurts everywhere, but there is hardly any time for rest. We had been training since sunrise."I can't," I panted. "I'm tired, Papa.”"Tired?" Father grabbed my shirt, lifting me up to my trembling legs. "Real Warriors, don't get tired! Again!"He threw me to the ground. I got up slowly."You're too soft," he said. "Just like your mother."Mother stood by the door, watching. She never said anything when Father was like this. She just watched with sad eyes."Please, Marcus," she finally said. "He's just a little boy.""He's the future, Alpha!" Father roared. "He needs to be strong! And fearless. He needs to face his fears."That night, I heard them fighting."You're too hard on him," Mother said, her voice soft as usual."And you're too soft," Father replied. "He will thank me one day."Bu







