Kira's POV
Blood. So much f*****g blood.
I stood frozen among the gathered wolves, watching as my world narrowed to the two massive beasts circling each other in the moonlight. My stepfather. My mate. Both bleeding. Both intent on killing.
Thomas's body lay just feet away from me, still warm but empty. The bullet meant for me had found him instead. Another person dead because of me.
"He can do this," Elena whispered beside me, squeezing my hand. "Damon's stronger than he looks."
"So is Scott," I replied, my voice cracking. "He's had decades to perfect being a monster."
The two wolves lunged at each other again, teeth flashing in the moonlight. Damon's dark gray fur was matted with blood, while Scott's black coat glistened wet with it. They connected with a sickening thud, rolling across the clea……
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