I Can't Fight Against The Lycans

Carlos' POV

Staring at the duo made me want to scream out my lungs in anger but somehow I managed to hold my peace, clenching and unclenching my fists, all in a bid to subside the anger that was running through my veins.

“It was a mistake. I never intended to do that.” I muttered, the memories of that night ringing in my head.

All the while I was thinking that after that night, things were going to improve between us. We wouldn't fight ourselves anymore but how wrong was I. Instead of our relationship improving, it escalated to the point that I seemed like I couldn't do anything.

Pushing my hand into my hair, I let out a low wince and then turned around to leave only to bump into Damon who was behind me.

For how long has he been here? I truly despise these Lycans and their abilities to invade one's privacy. There was something about this Damon that I can't place my hands on, but one thing was certain about him.

His confusing aura.

“You see, I told you.” He had a triumphant look