C58 Fifty Eight

Damien's POV

I stared at my brooding friend, wishing there was some way that I could alleviate his pain, I understand that feeling, what is meant for a wolf to lose its mate, that suffocating crushing pain, I had felt that way when I lost Ophelia, a part of me just died along with her, I wish I was the one dead instead of her and waking up each morning to the memory of her demise was so