Damon's POV
The forest blurred around me as I ran. Not as a wolf—too risky with Scott's men everywhere—but as a man possessed. My lungs burned, muscles screamed, but the mate bond pulled me forward like a compass needle finding north. It throbbed with each heartbeat, my wolf screaming one word over and over: *Kira*.
I caught her scent on the wind—wild berries mixed with blood and fear. My wolf howled inside me, demanding to be unleashed. To find her. To protect her.
My phone buzzed with coordinates from Claire. The refinery. Apparently, it was a trap.
Perfect. I was in the mood to kill something anyway.
The abandoned refinery loomed ahead, a rusted metal skeleton against the night sky. I crouched behind an overturned barrel, scanning the perimeter. Scott's men were everywhere—six, no, eight enf……
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