Chapter 130 Joining the frail
Chapter 130: Joining the frail
Damon pov
Hours passed, or minutes or seconds.
I don't know how many or how long time has gone. Time felt weird and unmoving.
I paced back and forth across Daphne's healing room… left, right, left, right… It's like a tiger in a cage. I could hardly sit down still for 5 mins without feeling like I was going crazy. And so here I am, walking the same route over and over again like a madman.
Milo hadn't woken up. He just lay there on the bed, still and quiet, barely breathing.
Daphne kept checking on him, putting cool clothes on his forehead, making him drink medicine even though he was unconscious. She was doing everything she could, but until now, nothing was working.
But he still wasn't waking up.
Outside, I could hear the distant sounds of battle going on. The Howls and Roars of different wolves fighting and clashing together continue to echo inside my head. I could hear them, feel whatever they were feeling. Their fear, anxiousness, and their fire burning inside them
I could feel all or it from the alphas bond that links me their Alpha to each and every one of them.
I gritted my teeth so hard, willing myself to concentrate on milo than on what was happening down there.
My pack was out there fighting, getting injured and even dying, and their Alpha, who was supposed to fight alongside them…
And I was stuck in here, useless, while my mate…
Mate. There it was again. That word I kept trying not to think about, but no matter how I tried to stop thinking about it, it would keep on flashing inside my head.
But it was getting harder and harder to deny. Every time I looked at Milo, my wolf surged up inside me, snarling possessively. “Mine,” my wolf kept saying. “Ours. Protect. Keep safe.”
I had never felt this way about anyone before. Not after she died, but that was in the past, and truly she was my mate. But this one is different...
This desperate, aching needs to keep someone alive and close and safe.
Was this what having a male mate felt like? This horrible, wonderful, terrifying feeling?
"Damon, you're going to wear a hole in my floor," Daphne said gently.
I realized I had been pacing faster and faster, almost running now. My hands were shaking. My breathing was coming in short gasps.
The curse inside me… that had been quiet for a while…was starting to wake up again. I could feel it stirring in my chest, angry and hungry, wanting to come out and destroy things.
"I can't..." I gasped, grabbing my head with both hands. "I can't just sit here. I should be out there fighting. I should be…"
“Ahhhh” a chair exploded.
My aura gushed out uncontrollably in my frustration. It shattered the chair close to me into pieces, Wood splinters flew everywhere.
"Damon!" Daphne jumped back in shock, checking whether her patients were okay.
"Sorry," I panted. "Sorry, I didn't mean…."
Another chair exploded beside me. Then a table. I couldn't stop myself. The curse was almost taking over now. My aura was going hyper wire, making me destroy everything I touched.
"Damon, STOP!" Daphne roared, grabbed my arm. "You need to calm down! If you lose control now…"
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
The banging on the door interrupted us.
Daphne rushed over and opened it. One of the shadow unit warriors stood there, covered in blood and dirt, panting hard.
"Report," I barked, trying to sound like an alpha and not the panicking mess I was.
"Alpha," the warrior gasped. "The eastern tower has been breached. The Righteous Pack broke through our defenses. Commander Elijah is holding them back, but we are losing ground quickly. We need you, sir. We need our alpha."
My heart dropped into my stomach.
The eastern tower. That was one of our most important defenses. And the second tower the enemies have breached. If they took it, they could get into the main compound. Where all the families lived. Where the children were.
"Go," Daphne said immediately, pushing me toward the door. "Your pack needs you."
"But Milo…"
"Will be fine!" She pushed harder. "I am a healer, Damon. This is what I do. Milo is in good hands. But your pack won't survive without their alpha. GO!"
I looked back at Milo one more time, who was lying on the bed, his chest barely rising up and down. He looked so small in that big bed, so vulnerable and fragile…
A bad feeling suddenly twisted in my gut like a snake coiling up. Something felt wrong. I couldn't explain it, but every instinct I had was screaming at me not to leave.
But my pack was dying.
"If anything happens," I said to Daphne, my voice low and dangerous, "if anything happens to him while I am gone, you send someone for me immediately. I don't care if I am in the middle of hellfire. Get me immediately. Understood?"
"Understood," Daphne nodded seriously.
I forcefully tore my gaze from Milo. Forced my feet to walk toward the door. Every step felt like walking through mud, heavy and wrong.
At the door, I paused one last time, looking back at Milo.
Please be okay, I thought. Please be here when I get back.
Then I stepped outside with the shadow warrior, and the door closed behind me with a click.
The moment I got outside the building, I saw the carnage that was once my glorious pack.
Buildings were on fire, flames licking up into the night sky like a flaming dragon. Bodies lying on the ground… some moving, some not. The smell of blood and smoke was so thick I could taste it.
Wolves were fighting everywhere. Our brown and gray wolves against their black and red ones. Teeth and claws flashed in the moonlight, as the two sides faced each other with brutal clashes. Blood I didn't know whether foe or friend decorated the entire pack ground.
It was chaos. It was destruction.
It was war…
Something inside me snapped.
All the fear I had been holding in. All the worry about Milo. All the frustration of being torn between two responsibilities. All the rage at whoever had poisoned Milo.
It all came pouring out at once.
I threw my head back and howled.
Not a human sound. Not even a wolf sound. Something in between… something primal and terrifying that made even the warriors on both sides pause for a moment.
Then I moved, a sinister smile plastered my face, as groans of pain and suffering followed in my wake.
I tried to stay calm and focused so the curse wouldn't take over completely. Dax madness vice continued to echo in my head.
“Tear them apart, kill them all.”
And I turned into my man beast, claws elongation like small sharp daggers in my hands. My canines filled my mouth, followed by hairs that covered my entire body.
I was a monster, and I had turned into one.
And without wasting time, I launched myself into the battle, crashing into a group of Righteous Pack wolves like a boulder rolling down a mountain.
I didn't fight like a normal wolf. I didn't use strategy or tactics or careful planning.
I just destroyed everything in my path.
Rip, Tear, and kill.
My claws shredded through enemy wolves like paper. My jaws snapped necks with single bites. Wolves tried to attack me from all sides, but the curse made me so fast, so strong, that they couldn't touch me.
Blood covered my entire body a few minutes into the battle. But that didn't make me stop, instead it made my blood taste for more.
“For Milo,” Dax whispered. “For our mate. Destroy them all.”
So I did just that.
I unleashed destruction.