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Damon's POV

The ride back to the pack was awkward and uncomfortable for me. Lyla won't stop staring at me and Tunde won't stop checking on me as he drove us back to the pack. I stared hard at the rows of trees we passed by, trying to swallow the images in the head.

Lyla suddenly held my hand, squeezing it tightly. Without looking at her, I removed my hand from hers.

"I'm fine