Damon sat in the Silver Moon palace. The room was big and quiet. Outside, the wind blew through the trees and it made the windows shake.Damon felt his head hurt and his body ached, the curse was getting worse and worse.

He could not sleep. He tried to close his eyes but every time he did, he heard her voice. Lyra’s voice. “Damon…” it called. Soft, low, and sad. He shook his head “Stop… stop it,” he whispered but it did not stop.

Inside him, his wolf scratched at his mind. It ...