Lily POV
I felt Layla give me control back, making me panic that something had happened. Opening my eyes, I find Damien’s wolf with his teeth wrapped around my throat. Not tight enough to cut off my air supply, but hard enough that I feel pressure on my windpipe. He lets go and steps back; he nudges my hip with my nose before licking it. I hiss at the sudden pain where he is licking, and I groan sitting up on my side on my elbows.
My entire body feels like a bear mauled it. Looking at the size of his wolf, he isn’t far off being almost bigger than one. My bones aching from shifting back so suddenly. My head pounding from the bright lights of the room. I crawl to my hands and knees, Damien’s black wolf watching me. The floor is slippery with my blood and his, staining the marble floors.
