(Leo/Damon)’s POV
I didn’t think of my existence as a creation or a rebirth because I had always existed right in the pits of Damon’s very soul. I laid dormant in his very core pushed aside for thousands of years and all that I was were simply unworthy feelings that tormented him.
As I awakened, I became in contact with Damon’s memories and his feelings, their ferocity simmering into me like lava. The first thing coming into mind was a picture of a woman, particularly, her smile, which was a pooling desire. It overwhelmed me. If I remembered correctly, her name was Ariana, his—my mate.
I could feel strongly the intense feelings that came with having a mate. It was more intense than usual because he had become severely attached to her.
Even in death, all that his soul craved for was her
