I couldn't get the thought of the Blood Moon pack claiming me as their bride out of my head. 'What did they mean by that? Why would they say so? And they even brought an army of rogues.'
My hands tightened around Damon's wolf as we blurred through the woods.
Damon's claim on me had warmed my heart. I understand if Damon wouldn't let me go… afterall I have the shape of his pocket on my shoulder. However the blood moon pack is different.
My mind trailed to Alaric, and his wolf Midnight. I hope they are both fine. He had gotten hurt because of me… and the thought that he could have just a few minutes back sent shivers down my spine.
Damon lowered himself down as we reached the castle. My warm breath fanned against his fur, I groaned as pain shot through my back. I could not climb down from his back.
Damon, sensing my difficulty, quickly transformed to human form. I crashed on his well toned body, he turned around, then he gently carried me in his arms.
