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Intro. It has been a thousand years, a thousand years of an emptiness I could not name, a void in my very soul. My wolf, Dante, has gnawed at me, restless and feral, demanding what I could not comprehend. Until now. Now I know. He is here, the one meant only for me, and the bond, ancient and undeniable, screams through my very blood. My beloved Damon. He fights it, of course, so defiant and his human fragility and vampiric stubborn nature warring with the instincts he cannot yet grasp. He is writhing, burning, ravaged by a heat that could kill him, a fire I unknowingly ignited. But he is mine death cannot have him. How does it feel, to stand before me, knowing you are naught but a catalyst for my fated omega's pain, yet also his salvation?

Damon Salvatore

@kirra lyn Madden