Chapter 146 Letting go
Letting go
Damon's POV
I bit into Milo's neck, right where the mate mark should be.
His blood touched my tongue with a sweet and tingling feeling that spread all through my body. It was sweet and bitter at the same time, like honey mixed with tears.
If not for my predicament, I would have been purring in satisfaction by now.
The moment the sweet liquid hit my throat, everything changed.
The world exploded with color. I could feel Milo's heartbeat like it was my own. Feel the mating bond binding us together in ways I couldn't explain, the confusion, his chaotic thoughts, his pain…
I gasped loudly, forced to pull back at the torrent of information that wanted to overwhelm me. I could feel and sense everything more than what the mind link could ever offer.
But most importantly, I could feel his life force that was already fading into nothingness, suddenly stilled.
I watched his face. "Come on, Milo. Come back to me."
For a long moment, nothing happened. He was just as cold as I had found him, still and unmoving.
My whole being shook uncontrollably. “Please Mate, don't die on me.” I shook his unmoving body.
Had I killed my mate? Did I come late? I had let my vengeance to kill Elijah blind my thoughts?
A drop of tears fell on the pale boy's face…
I was crying, the fuck I was crying after so many years of not being able to.
A fingers twitched…, I whipped my neck so hard I heard a crack, but that was the least of my worries.
Hope blossomed in my chest. I couldn't have mistaken it…
“Milo, are you there ,pls wake up, do something, anything…”
Did the blood work? Did the bond I felt cure the poison? Has he finally become my…
More twitching happened, then his eyes fluttered open.
My heart slipped a beat.
"D-Damon?" His voice was weak and confused.
"I'm here," I said, hugging him tightly in fear he might disappear. "I am here mate, I have got you.
"They said... trap..."
"I know, It's okay, You're safe," I lied. We weren't safe at all.
"The Queen... she's..."
But before he could finish, we heard a series of footsteps followed by a horn, deep and loud, echoing from somewhere outside the mountain.
“... She was close, We are leaving now."
“What's happening, Damon?” Milo asked, his weak eyes filled with fear.
“It's nothing to worry about, little wolf, I got this.” Yet another lie.
I picked him up carefully. He was so light, so fragile. They had drained so much from him. Taken so much from my mate.
My leg screamed in protest from the spear wound, but I ignored it. We had to get out before they reached us.
But how?
The only entrance I know off is where the enemies are coming from.
“Think think” I cracked my head for a way out but the curse inside me was making it hard for me to think. It continued pushing harder against Daphne's spell. It wanted out. It wanted to fight whatever was coming.
"Not yet," I said. "Not until he is safe."
I looked around the blood-covered room. "There should be a back exit. All these old mountain bases have one in case of emergency.”
"There," Milo pointed weakly to a small door hidden behind a broken statue. "I saw them use it once."
Finally, "Hold on tight."
He wrapped his shaking arms around my neck.
gritting my teeths from the pain from my injured leg, We ran through the small door into a narrow tunnel. It was dark and smelled like death.
Behind us, I heard voices, many voices. Coming from the room we just left.
"They went this way!" someone shouted.
"Find them! The Queen wants them alive!"
We ran faster. My leg screamed from the spear wound, leaving blood drops behind us like breadcrumbs.
"They're following our blood trail," Milo whispered.
"I know." But there was nothing I could do about it. I was bleeding too much, and I was trying to run with it no matter what.
The tunnel seemed to go on forever. Left turn. Right turn. Another left.
The voices behind us were getting closer.
"There's light ahead," Milo said.
He was right. Moonlight was spilling in from an opening ahead of us.
Just a few more steps, I thought, forcing myself to move forward.
We burst out of the mountain into the cold night air. My heart stopped.
We were surrounded.
Thousands of soldiers stood in perfect lines around the mountain, they wore white cloaks, a sigma of seven wolves howling to the moon…
That was the symbol of the council.
They had been waiting for us.
"No," Milo whispered. "No, no, no."
I turned around and stopped dead in my tracks. More soldiers poured out of the tunnel behind us.
We were officially trapped.
"Put me down," Milo said.
"What? No!"
"Put me down, Damon. I will be a burden of you don't."
"I'm never leaving you."
"You are not leaving me. Just put me down so you can fight."
I set him down gently against a rock. He could barely stand.
The soldiers were closing in. Hundreds of them. Maybe thousands.
I looked at the moon above us. It was red. The blood moon.
The curse roared like never before inside me, begging to be released.
I had held it back for so long. Fought against it. Keep it locked away.
But now...
The soldiers bared their fangs at me, with their swords raised impatiently, I could see their hatred and bloodlust rolling out of them in waves.
I closed my eyes, welcoming the pain that ripped through every part of my body. It was the familiar feeling of shifting, but to me it was a curse, because the last time I had shifted into my wolf, it took me months to turn back to human being.
That was 10 years ago. When the curse was not yet worse, but now… I wonder if I would ever be able to turn back again.
"Damon?" Milo's face was paler, and his voice sounded scared. "What are you doing?"
I looked at him, for what might be the last time of seeing My sweet, brave omega. The one person who made me feel human again.
"I'm sorry," I said.
"For what?"
"For what I'm about to become."
“Awoool” Dax my wolf roared sadly in my head, he was the one that was affected more by the curse, and the pain of parting with its mate was unbearable even for him.
but I had no choice…
Daphne's spell shattered like fragile glass. The curse exploded like never before, as if angry for being held in for years. My bones broke, and reformed, skin tore and in place fur sprang up…
“For our mate”
And I let go.