Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Eight

Five Years Ago

Damian's POV

I work my way through the paperwork, and I mingle out with the pack.

The majority of them are scared of me, the children petrified, and there are no guesses as to why that is.

I’m an awful man, and even worse when Onyx has control.

The potion has been making me sick, yet I’m gulping down more than four bottles per day.

It’s been almost three days of having control, and Onyx is still in a sleep-like state in the back of my mind.

I can still feel him, hear him softly snoring.

Once I would have enjoyed knowing his company way near. That I wasn’t alone despite the fact, he was in slumber but now…

Well, now I detest his very existence.

I’m travelling out to the witch's grounds again today.

I’ve run out of the potion that Gretchen had made me, and we’re also going to try and create that stone.

Unfortunately, a sacrifice will have to be made.

The innocence of a child needing gifted to create the purity of a stone.

I wish it could have been a consenting adult, but