Chapter 207

Damian’s POV

The world hasn’t felt right since SHE died. I don’t wanna mention her name. I don’t think I ever want to mention her name again. Maybe that would help. Maybe that would heal this broken man

It’s strange how silence can feel heavier than noise. The days blur together, one endless cycle of training. The ache in my body is the only thing that reminds me I’m still alive. Everything else feels… hollow.

People talk around me. Move around me. The pack is alive with movement, preparing for war, but it’s all muffled in my ears, like I’m underwater.

Her voice still echoes in my head sometimes , the way she said my name, the way her eyes begged for forgiveness before she died. I tell myself she deserved what she got. I repeat it over and over until I almost believe it. But then I see her face again. I see the mark that appeared on her body , that cursed demon seal. And everything twists inside me.

She wasn’t just a liar. She was a slave. And I