"Compassion? You feel compassion for these... these cursed creatures that murdered my children?"
Damian's voice thundered through the room, making the windows rattle. His eyes blazed with a fire so intense, I could almost feel the heat on my skin. The veins in his neck bulged as his fists clenched at his sides.
"My sons and daughter were torn apart by these monsters you defend! They were barely old enough to shift, to understand this world, and they died screaming for me—for a father who couldn't save them!"
I trembled before his fury, frozen in place like prey facing a predator. Words failed me as I stared into those beautiful, tortured eyes now flooded with rage.
"And you stand here, my mate—my chosen one—speaking of mercy?" He laughed, a hollow sound devoid of any warmth. "There will be no mercy. Not from me. Not while I draw breath."
He stalked toward me, each step deliberate and threatening. His fangs had descended, his claws extending from his fingertips.
