Chapter 88 – The Blood Bond

• Damon
• The wind whistles through the trees, carrying with it the metallic scent of blood and damp earth. My body is tense, every muscle ready to spring at the slightest threat. My wolf is awake, ready to tear apart the first enemy who dares approach Alina.
• In front of us, the red-eyed man stands still, a predator’s grin curling his lips. His face is barely lit by the moonlight, but his dark aura is tangible—suffocating.