Sofia's POV
While my heart beat like a drum, I stared at Damien, who was bleeding profusely, the knife still pierced in his chest. For a moment, time stood still. Everything around me disappeared. There were no walls, no table, no air… just me staring at Damien, and Damien staring at the knife that was killing him.
My wolf whined loudly inside me, the sound echoing in my head. It hurt. It really hurt. A deep ache sat in the center of my chest, like something heavy had been dropped on my heart. For a tiny second… I regretted it.
Just a tiny second.
But then the truth came back—Rebecca.
The baby.
The betrayal.
The lies.
The murder.
And just like that, the regret faded.
Slowly, painfully, Damien wrapped his fingers around the knife handle. His hand shook. He gritted his teeth. And then he pulled the knife out of his chest.
