Chapter 39

                    Damon's p.o.v

"How is my father doing?" I asked seriously ignoring the pain on my back.

The Dr kept quiet for some minutes then grabbed my hand.

"Not so good Damon. His cut was too deep and he lost a lot of blood." He answered sadly as I clenched my free hand in a fist.

"Is there anything I can do?" I asked softly.

"There isn't anything you can do for now. We did a blood transfusion yesterday and we are still doing our best to keep him stable." He answered.

"Thank you, doctor." I whispered then turned and walked to the front door with tears filled in my eyes.

There was never a day that I felt so much hate and rage all at once, but now I did. I hated those disgusting beasts so fucking much that I wanted them all dead. I didn't care if they were old or had pups, I was goi