The dark wolf growled and stepped closer, each pad of his paw shaking the void.
My father’s voice came again, weaker now, but clear. “Do it, Damon. Take him. Become whole.”
“Tell me how! He buried me alive! He left me bleeding in the ground with a knife in my chest. How do I rise from the dirt? How do I claw out when the earth is pressing me down?”
My wolf growled inside me, restless, pacing.
You are not dead, Damon. You are not gone. You are alive and your lungs still pull air. Use it. Use every ounce of rage he gave you. Use the power you swallowed. Dig, claw, scream, bite. The earth is nothing compared to you now.
I shook my head, my chest heaving, tears burning in my wolf’s eyes. “Father, I am sorry. I am so sorry. I could not save you from him. I was blind. I believed the lies, I
