Kira's POV
The world was tilting, faces blurring in and out of focus as Damon carried me into the clearing. My head felt like someone had stuffed it with cotton. The silver poisoning was still working its way out of my system, leaving me weak but at least conscious enough to know we were in deep s**t.
"Put me down," I mumbled against Damon's chest. "I can walk."
"Like hell you can," he replied, his arms tightening around me.
The massive Western Howl Stone came into view—a hulking monolith against the darkening sky. Around it stood a small group of wolves, their faces tense as they watched our approach. I recognized Elena, her copper hair catching the last rays of sunlight, and beside her, Derek looking like he'd been hit by a truck. Multiple trucks.
"They made it!" someone shouted.
Damon's pace ……
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