Damon
I sat in the dim grand hall, my head hanging over my hunched shoulders as my thoughts spiralled in endless, dizzying circles.
My hand drifted to my cheek almost unconsciously, and my fingers brushed over skin that had mostly healed. The bruise had faded, the swelling had gone down, but every so often, my cheek would pulse with an unrelenting throbbing sensation.
It served as a constant reminder of the moment her hand had connected with my face.
The moment she had sent me flying.
I could still remember the sharp and overwhelming pain. It had been the first thing I felt when I woke up on that cold stone floor, my head pounding and my jaw screaming.
I had never been hit like that before.
Not by anyone.
And certainly not by an omega.
Except she wasn't an omega anymore.
She was a Lycan.
The word still felt surreal in my mind, like something out of a children's story rather than reality.
