Chapter Fourteen
The Powers of Pain
***Damon***
“Well, I must say, Damon Onyx Silverstone…” Applesteine practically chanted as he analysed my vitals on the monitors again. “You are a fantastic specimen. I have encountered many of your kind in my time, yet you have something different about you–Something I can’t put my finger on… Fascinating.”
“I’m glad you find this so damn interesting…!” I snarled at him.
The heart line continued to zigzag erratically across all four screens, buzzing and screeching. It had been doing this since I had been forced to reject Lorana, and she had told me she never wanted to see me again. Trying to keep my wolf from escaping from my injured body was getting more difficult by the second. The silver shackles, as horrible as they were, at least kept him at ba
