Damian's POV
I refused. Obviously.
Do you know what it feels like to refuse your wolf something like that? It’s like trying to resist sunlight after a century in darkness. He clawed at my chest, howled in my head, snarled and barked and bit at me from the inside, threatening to shred my sanity if I didn’t just say the damn words: "What’s your real name?"
But I didn’t. Because I’m stubborn.
Yet somehow, I stood there, watching her. The way her lashes fluttered as the pain dulled. The way her breathing evened out. And that face — the one that moments ago was twisted in agony — now calm and soft and maddeningly human.
And my wolf? He practically rolled over, paws in the air, sighing like an idiot."See? She’s strong. She’s ours. She’s everything."
I wanted to punch him in the soul.I wan
