Damien’s POV
I was on the ground, with Richard’s teeth sinking into my neck. Hot blood pushed from my wounds, curling down through my fur and dripping onto the dirt beneath me.
This could so easily be the end.
My body was tired. If I just closed my eyes, none of this would matter anymore.
As the blood drained from me, my problems seemed so very far away. What was I fighting so hard for again? It was difficult to remember…
The darkness was closing in.
Then, like a crack of lightning in a dark stormy night, I heard my mate’s plea inside of my head.
Keep fighting. Please. Damien!
Yes. I was fighting for her. For our children. Our pack. Our home.
Our future.
Weak as I was, I couldn’t give up, couldn’t surrender and let this man win. Richard wanted to take everything from us, and I wa
