Emily's POV

I swore I was done with men, with wolves, with anything that's not my agency. I hated myself for being so gullible and playing into the hands of not one, but two Alpha's. .

I thought Damon traumatised me earlier after the ball, little did I know that my ‘saviour’ was a maniac.

I dug my nails deep into my palms for not connecting the dots when he admitted he was a leader of a rogue pack. They had no morals, nothing was too dirty for them to do.

“I know you don't want to see me here, but I just couldn't go to bed knowing that you're...