Danielle's POV
Darkness surrounded me, an all-encompassing void that mirrored the turmoil within. Tyler's lifeless form haunted my thoughts, a relentless specter that refused to fade. Why did I do that? He was my mate, my anchor to humanity. The weight of my actions pressed down on me like a suffocating shroud.
Damian's presence, a sinister silhouette against the shadows, approached. He could see the wreckage of my emotions, the inner demons tearing at the fabric of my soul. "Danielle," he said, his voice like a serpent's whisper. "Breathe."
His hand grasped my face, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Breathe," he repeated, and I obeyed, inhaling shakily.
As the air filled my lungs, Damian's grin twisted with a sinister edge. "Now, switch it off."
The words echoed in my mind, a chilling co
