3 months later...
~~~~~~~~~Damon's P.O.V~~~~~~~~
3 months. 3 FUCKING MONTHS.
She's gone.
I Will NOT SLEEP.
EAT.
BREATHE.
Until she's back with me.
Her mate.
Her only.
Forever.
I had a mental break down that day.
And within the next month a physical break down.
My parents have arranged appointments for me, with the pack doctor.
He doesn't know the pain.
My pain.
No one understands.
I've lost weight, I don't eat. My body feeds off my muscle. I look a sick.
"Not how an alpha should."
As my father says.
He can screw himself.
Everyone can screw off.
Everyone has been shut out.
They don't know.
Luke, Melanie, Drew, Annabelle, Daniel, Jane.
And Scott.
Screw them all, fuck the pack.
I need mate.
The only words my wolf will ever speak until she's back.
I DON'T EVEN REMEMBER HER SCENT.
It's faint.
I can't tell what the two scents were.
I know her family gets updates.
I've stolen two or three.
Here and there.
I've tried tracking her scent and I'm close.
I've gotten a idea.
I've ran enough.
Tracked her far.
I vision her.
Whimper for her.
Fight for her.
Kill.
I've thought of dropping my position until I find her.
My dad said it would cause chaos.
Who cares.
IT'S MY MATE.
Their Luna.
In seven days time. My bag will be packed.
I should've been searching for the whole time. Not mopping. I've been wasting time. I no longer care what anyone thinks. It's my mate that matters.
I'm going to eat to feed my wolf. I need to shift. Fight, build up my muscle mass again. I'm going to be running for days. In no man's land. I need to be prepared.
YOU ARE READING
A Cursed Touch
Loup-garouA hybrid of witch, vampire, werewolf, and human. Since her birth her life was cursed, she is never to be touched. She has never known touch, love, pain. Will it ever be broken.
