**** Content Warning ****
The following chapter references scenes of abuse. Please read at your own discretion.
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The cars stopped in the parking lot to ONYX nightclub. There were no queues regardless of it being a Saturday night. Gabriel must have phoned ahead and shut it down. Damon swung the door open as soon as he saw Finn carrying Aila wrapped up in a blanket, unconscious.
Everything else around him seemed to vanish, the sounds of footsteps, the breeze, the sight of his comrades. All he saw was his mate, her hair sticking to her pale face, covered in cuts. He instantly pulled her into his arms, his legs collapsing beneath him as he held her to his chest, stroking away her hair from her face.
"Aila"
"Aila"
"Aila"
