I sank down on the bed. I had come here as a captive and now, I had made a friend, but my very presence was putting her in danger.
I had to have a talk with Damon. He couldn’t just go around scaring my friends.
I spent the rest of the day in my room, unable to bring myself to eat or do anything else. The guilt was eating me alive.
Damon returned late in the evening. He looked exhausted, his shoulders slumped. I could see the weight of the world on them.
"How did it go?" I asked as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
"As well as it could have," he said, rubbing his temples. "The families are devastated. The pack is on edge. But everything is under control for now."
I let out a deep sigh. "I'm so sorry, Damon."
"You have nothing to be sorry for," he said, taking my hand in his. "This
