~ 8 DAYS TO EXECUTION ~

Damian’s POV

2:3O PM

The room smelled of a different mixture of herbs and something metallic like blood, maybe. I couldn’t tell anymore. Everything was starting to blur together: the room and the people in it, the soft gasps from the pack members nearby, and the way the rain lashed against the windows like nature itself had begun mourning.

Kieran lay still on the bed, his skin deathly pale, his lips ...