Chapter Eleven_ So you like me, Damien?

Damien.

"That's for me to decide. Not you."

The scent of pine and damp earth lingered in my senses as I left the woods, my body still pulsing from the fight, from the shift, but most of all... from Elliot.

Seeing him standing there, witnessing everything was the last thing I'd wanted. Knowing I was a werewolf was the last thing he needed to know.

Now, the anger, the fear in his eyes... it burned deeper than any claw wound ever could.

My wolf whined when he walked away from us, not wanting him to go.

He was our mate, even if he didn't know it yet. It was our responsibility to protect him. Yet, here we were being the very thing he feared.

"Hurt me, Damien? You're... you're a monster."

The thought of staying away clawed at me as if part of my own soul was being ripped apart. He left a few hours ago, yet every part of me screamed for me to go back to him, to make him understand that I would never hurt him.

To explain.

To kiss those beautiful lips.

Maybe if he saw me, if he knew that I'd d