Chapter 150

• Third Person's POV
• Damon's fury had consumed him, and his body betrayed him-he coughed up blood and collapsed, the harsh scent of iron and rage filling the air.
• The murmurs of the pack and onlookers swirled around Aysel's ears like restless wind. She cast a single glance back, but only one. Damon's figure was soon swallowed by the crowd, vanishing like a lone wolf pushed from the hunting ground. She let her eyes wander briefly over the scene, detached, almost amused.