~Lyra~
I know you’re probably wondering why Damon wasn’t fast enough. Why he didn’t grab me, shield me, kill her before she even got close. And trust me, I get it. You’re pissed. You’re screaming at the ceiling right now like.
“How the hell did the big bad Alpha just stand there while his girl got ambushed by a coke-dusted ex with a death wish?” I get it. I really do.
But you need to breathe and sit your ass down because I’m telling you now—don’t be mad at Damon. Please don’t. If you were in that room, if you had felt what I felt, if you had watched everything go down the way it did, you’d understand.
The thing here is that it happened so f*****g fast. Too fast.
I didn’t even see it coming. One second I was laughing, full-on throwing verbal knives at Camilla like the little cocky Omeg
