LOGINMilo'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
Friend or foeMilo poveven in the darkness, I could still feel him,Feel our new mating bond pulse everyone he takes a hit.He was still fighting. Still protecting me.My alpha, my monster, my mate."Hello, little omega."My body tensed up. I knew that voice. It's cold like winter. Sharp like broken glass.My eyes snapped open, but I didn't wake up in the battlefield, everything around me was pure blinding white.The i I saw was her, the owner of the voice. She was in a white dress this time. Her smile was cruel and twisted.She stood in front of me, but we weren't really anywhere. It was like being in a dream, but not a dream."Where am I?" I asked."Between sleeping and waking," she said. Her white dress seemed to glow in the darkness. "Between life and death."“How did you…”“Its a top secret of the council,” she grinned, casting me an evil glance. “You will get to know it when the time comes.”"What do you want?"She smiled. It wasn't a nice smile at all. "Nothing, yet, I just
The beastMilo pov“I am so sorry”“ What?” the words tumbled out of my mouth,“For what I will become”I was confused at what he was saying, we were surrounded with nowhere to run to, and what damn continued to say was that he was sorry. It was not his fault, it was nobody's faultIf anything, everything is my fault, the death, the suffering…Damon closed his eyes.“No noo, was he giving up.” I questions in my head, Then everything went crazy.His body started to change. I heard bones breaking. It sounded like tree branches snapping in half. "Damon!" I tried to reach for him, but I was too weak.Black fur grew all over his body. His hands turned into long claws. His face elongated and changed into something else.He grew bigger. And bigger. And bigger.When he opened his eyes again, they were bright red. Like fire. Like blood.He wasn't Damon anymore. He was a…“Monster!!” The warriors gasped, Damon was the biggest wolf I had ever seen. Taller than three men standing on each other
Letting goDamon's POVI bit into Milo's neck, right where the mate mark should be.His blood touched my tongue with a sweet and tingling feeling that spread all through my body. It was sweet and bitter at the same time, like honey mixed with tears.If not for my predicament, I would have been purring in satisfaction by now.The moment the sweet liquid hit my throat, everything changed.The world exploded with color. I could feel Milo's heartbeat like it was my own. Feel the mating bond binding us together in ways I couldn't explain, the confusion, his chaotic thoughts, his pain… I gasped loudly, forced to pull back at the torrent of information that wanted to overwhelm me. I could feel and sense everything more than what the mind link could ever offer.But most importantly, I could feel his life force that was already fading into nothingness, suddenly stilled.I watched his face. "Come on, Milo. Come back to me."For a long moment, nothing happened. He was just as cold as I had foun







