Steel and Scars

Elena’s POV

My wolf wants to confront Damon so badly that I feel her claws scraping inside my ribs.

But confronting him means talking, and talking means remembering, and remembering means bleeding.

So I do the only thing that has ever saved me.

I ask to train.

Damon raises an eyebrow, arms crossed. “Now?”

“Yes. Before I lose my mind.”

His gaze drifts over my face, searching for something. “You just had a long night. You should rest.”

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