“Damon, the bomb has only five minutes left!” Hurry, save me!”
Damon regained his composure and rushed over to disarm the bomb strapped to her. Adrian gripped the detonator with all of his strength, a twisted grin spreading across his face.
“Let’s go to hell together.”
At that critical moment, patrol officers stormed in from the outside and shot Adrian dead on the spot, while others rushed in to help remove the bomb from Mira’s body.
Mira bolted from the warehouse, terrified of being blown to pieces, as the timer continued to count down even after the bomb had been defused.
Anthony grabbed Damon’s arm.
“Damon, the bomb will go off in three minutes!” Run!”
The majority of the team quickly evacuated, but Damon remained in a daze, staring at the bomb. Anthony dragged Damon out of the warehouse with sheer force, gritting his teeth.
The bomb in the warehouse detonated just as they were about to leave, and the entire warehouse was flattened in a matter of seconds. Adrian wasn’t lying.
In the final moments of their escape, Anthony shielded Damon with her own body, and despite being injured and taken to the hospital, Damon emerged unscathed.
Mira dashed to him and wrapped her arms around him.
“Damon, I understand. I understand how much you care. I vowed that if I survived, I’d hold the Mate Bond Ceremony alongside you! I want to be your friend!”
The truth had been revealed, and the person responsible for my death had been sentenced. I had hoped that this would be my final farewell to Damon, but I was still stuck by his side, unable to move away.
It broke me. “Why?” What did I do wrong? Why am I still not free? Why am I not given my freedom?”
Damon and Anthony received the pack’s Golden Warrior medal as the explosion case was officially closed.
Mira was overjoyed and dragged Damon to meet her parents, where she gushed about his bravery in saving her and promised to devote her life to him.
But Damon remained distant, detached from the world, and said nothing.
After everything was over, my parents arrived at the mortuary to collect my body; Damon was watching from a distance, so I could also see them.
My mother was sobbing quietly, her shoulders shaking, and my father, trying to be strong, comforted her.
A month later, it was my funeral, and Damon stood in the back, dressed in a black suit.
When Mother saw him, her eyes turned red with rage, and she stormed over, pointing at him.
“Get out!” I want you gone now! I do not want to see you at my daughter’s funeral! Leave!”
Damon lowered his head. “Richard and Anita… I…”
Before he could finish, my mother slapped him hard across the face; Damon stood frozen, silent, allowing her to hit him repeatedly.
My father drew her back, attempting to calm her, and then looked at Damon.
“Damon, you received the Golden Warrior medal. You’re Moondell’s hero now. But you earned it… With my daughter’s life. “Leave. Now! My daughter would never want to see you again. You’re the one who should’ve died, you murderer!”
That sentence appeared to finally break something inside Damon. A single tear ran down his cheek.
Then, with a thud, he fell to his knees, clutching his head and crying uncontrollably. When he looked up again, I noticed bloodshot veins in his eyes.
