Damian's POV
The words echoed like fire in my skull.
Mate.
Beloved.
There’s no rule that says a soul can’t be claimed by more than one being. It’s rare. Ancient. But I’ve seen it once before. A witch marked by both a vampire and a fae prince. Torn in two until she burned herself alive just to end the pull.
Now Viktor was ours.
Both of ours.
But only one of us would keep her.
I nodded at Damian. Calm. Almost understanding. I even managed a crooked smirk when he growled something about tearing through the hunt to find her before anyone else could.
"If she dies in that forest," I’d said, "I’ll never forgive you."
I already don’t.
Because now I knew what I had to do.
I won’t let him have her.
Let the wolves tear each other apart in their madness. Let Damian think we’re allies, br
