His Rejected Luna, His Hidden Son
"I save them because letting a man die for spite makes me his. And I will never, ever be his."
I got him into the air. I got him breathing. And Damian Blackwood lay in the rubble of his own pack's chapel, alive because the wolfless girl he'd discarded had decided his life was worth more than her grudge — and he wept. Not from the pain, I think. From finally, fully understanding the shape of what he'd done.
"Why," he managed. Blood in his teeth. "Why me. I'm the one who—"