Damian POV :
The night is too damn quiet.
Each step I take pounds against the cracked pavement like a curse. My boots slam into the concrete, the echo bouncing off rusted fences and abandoned doorways like the world itself is mocking me. Condemning me.
I stalk the empty streets, eyes blazing with heat, heart pounding with something dangerously close to panic. I can feel my wolf pacing just beneath my skin, thrashing like it’s caged too tight, like it knows what I refuse to say out loud.
She’s gone.
Vanished.
And it’s my f*****g fault.
"Stupid, f*****g vampire," I hiss under my breath, fangs clenched so hard my jaw aches. My hands curl into fists, claws pricking the inside of my palms. I want to tear Lucian apart. Rip him limb from smug, undead limb. But even that won’t fix this. Won
