Chapter 9 - The Hold Of Desire

• Alina
• The sun had barely risen when I woke up, my heart heavy. It's been a restless night, and despite the warmth of the bed, the cold has seeped into me, leaving me with a feeling of emptiness. Damon isn't here. Not again.
• I run a hand through my messy hair and slowly sit up. The blanket slides over my bare skin and a shiver runs through me. My body still bears the invisible mark of his presence - the warmth of his hands on my skin, the pressure of his breath against my neck, the deep rumble of his wolf echoing in my chest.