White Wolf’s POV

Blood made me happy.

An enemy's blood? Ecstasy!

The only reason I was not taking Damon on like I'd have loved was because of my heart injury. Oh, that bastard Lucas! Now that was some real competition.

In wolf, the injury couldn't show, but I was beginning to feel signs.

I'd waited all day for someone to come, but I guess they'd gotten all of the men I came with.

The others had instructions to arrive by midnight.

Determined not to let Damon know where it hurts, I wrung life out of his neck.

It felt good to see the big bad wolf’s eye go from dark...