Damon's pov
I sat there, my fists at my sides and sweat beads forming on my temples, I was trying to ignore the rapid-fire thumping of my heart. Doctor Grace's words echoed in my head, loud, cruel, and hard to ignore.
" Your mate bond is fading, " she had said, her eyes not meeting mine as she spoke. " You'll turn fully mortal. "
The words hit harder than a punch to the gut, knocking the air from my lungs. What did that even mean? A life without the bond? Without having a mate? Then what's the use of being a wolf then?
This was one of the things I hated to hear. At least I was losing my wolf and now this.
Where would I get a young woman as a companion?
The thought was sickening and funny at the same time.
I sighed and looked up at Doctor Grace, she was staring at me and was also saying something but my thoughts were clouding everything.
