~Aria~

“Get on your damn knees, Damon Luther,” Killian snarled.

Without another word, Damon fell to his knees.

My shoulder fell, every fight I had in me evaporating.

Elder Wraith grinned in satisfaction. Seeing his own nephew fall at the feet of a tyrant like Killian was a sight of pleasure to him. What was I expecting from someone who plotted the death of his own kind and joined hands with his pack enemy.

“I only came here to take what's mine….” Damon started weakly, blood soaked his jacket, his hair shone from his sweat, his eyes void of the desire to fight anymore…

It was so sad seeing him...