Damon's hand slid slowly down her cheek, and he wondered if his messed up senses caused him not to feel the sparks of their bond.
His fingers paused above the mark on the left side of her neck.
That was his mark right there. He spent countless hours awake, staring at it while Talia was sleeping.
She looked like Talia, sounded like Talia, and wore his mark, but something seemed off. What was it?
Damon raised his hand, and she flinched.
"You want me to take you home?"
"Yes," she confirmed.
"Where is that?"
The female paused. "To the Dark Howlers pack."
In the next moment, Damon grabbed her neck as his expression frosted.
She wanted to squirm out of his hold or defend herself somehow, but she was tied to the tree, and the only thing she could do was talk.
"No, no," she squeaked. "I meant… home to… the Midnight Guardians pack…"
