Chapter 17 - The Demon In The Shadow

• Damon
• The night is heavy and stifling. The smell of the forest is saturated with damp earth, sap and Alina's subtle perfume clinging to my skin. My breath is ragged, my muscles tense under the pressure of my own body.
• I run through the woods, barefoot, the wind whipping my face. The branches scratch me, but I feel nothing. Not pain. Not tiredness. Just this seething rage pulsing through my veins, uncontrollable.