I'm the lucky bastard

Damien's pov

“Sapphiraaaaaa!” She screamed in pain, breaking my heart into a million pieces. I knew what she was feeling and I wished I could take it away.

Her cry turned into a howl and I felt Roman push forward with a force I'd never felt before.

“Roman, what are you doing?!” I asked, mad that he would distract me from comforting Alari.

“It's not me, it's her” he said, taking over and pushing me to the back.

Our shift was swift, having done it maybe a million times before. He stood at attention, watching the last moments of her shift.

I watched from the back as she panted, sitting on a bed of snow as snow flakes floated around her.

“She's breathtaking” I whispered and Roman growled in agreement, his eyes not once leaving her.

She was as white as the snow she sat on, with a bluish glow. Her purple eyes glowing fiercely, intensely and lines curved elegantly on her forehead. It almost looked like a crown.

I was too absorbed by my mate to notice the pack, it was when she looked a