Damon's POV
Noah's wounds had been treated, but he still looked as though death had nearly claimed him. His shirt was stained with dried blood, and fresh bandages were wrapped tightly around his torso. He sat on the edge of a broken stone platform while the healer examined his injuries one last time.
I stood several feet away, staring into the ruins.
Aria was gone.
The thought had become a constant ache inside my chest, one that refused to fade no matter how hard I tried to push it away.
Rhein paced restlessly beneath my skin.
Find her. Find our mate.
"I know."
Then stop standing here.
My jaw tightened. "I'm thinking."
You're not thinking. You're hurting.
I closed my eyes briefly. That was an understatement. Every part of me wanted to shift, tear through the forest, and hunt dow
