Danielle's POV
I sat there, on the edge of that opulent yet suffocating bed, staring at Damian with a mix of trepidation and defiance. His declaration, his twisted desire to make me like him and become his mate, hung in the air like a malevolent promise. Damian embodied a dark, magnetic energy that could send shivers down your spine.
My thoughts raced, echoing the pounding of my heart. How did I end up entangled in this twisted fate? My mind darted to Tyler and Luke, my mates out there somewhere, unaware of the peril I faced. Storm, my wolf, echoed my unease, her presence a comforting but fragile shield against the encroaching darkness.
Damian circled me, his gaze never wavering. "You're different, Danielle. Special. The prophecy doesn't capture the true magnitude of what you could beco
