Chapter 85

Damian’s POV

8 Days Before the Execution.
2:3O PM

The room smelled of a different mixture of herbs and something metallic like blood, maybe. I couldn’t tell anymore. Everything was starting to blur together: the room and the people in it, the soft gasps from the pack members nearby, and the way the rain lashed against the windows like nature itself had begun mourning.

Kieran lay still on the bed, his skin deathly pale, his lips nearly blue. He looked... gone already. But he wasn’t. Not yet.

I sat at the edge of the room, elbows resting on my knees, my fingers were locked tightly beneath my chin. I couldn’t look away from him. Not even for a second. My chest burned with every slow tick of the clock mounted above the doorway.

Where the hell are you, Lucas?

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