Damon's pov
It's been two days after the whole incident and peace was slowly returning to the pack.
Doctor Grace had also noticed something significant about my health and I was getting better and better, my wolf was also returning. I wouldn't be a mortal after all.
I never imagined that I would be standing here facing her, trying to mend the shattered fragments of our past. I had been telling myself for years that it was best to stay away, that Elliot and Zarah would be safer without me around.
However, I had been a coward. I realized there were no more justifications as I stood in her room's doorway and looked at her.
With a softer tone than usual, I said.
" Can we talk?"
Something flickered in her eyes, hesitation, doubt perhaps even pain. But she eventually nodded and moved aside.