Damon’s POV

I couldn’t breathe.

Not because I was hurt.

Not because I was tired.

Not because the entire pack house felt like it was collapsing around me.

I couldn’t breathe because Hope was gone.

My daughter.

My light.

My innocent girl who always held my finger with her whole hand as if she feared I’d vanish.

Gone.

The moment the warriors told me she wasn’t in the nursery, something in me snapped. Not cracked. Not bent. Snapped. Like a bone breaking in the wrong direction.

I ...