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Damon's POV The next thing we heard was the creaking of the wooden door. Raul opened the door wide enough for the two of us to enter while he himself slowly appeared in front of us. "We won't be going in," I announced, stopping Tunde on his tracks. He turned to look at me questionably. "It's cold outside, Damon. My house might not be presentable enough but it's still warm" Raul answered. "It's not my business, Raul. I'll rather freeze to death than stay in the same space as you. Moreover, werewolves don't freeze" I corrected. I scrutinized him and pity was the only feeling I could get out of my cold heart. He looked so pitiful it satisfied my anger towards him. "In that case, we'll have the discussion out here. We need your help with a girl, Damon's mate to be precise. She's unconscious and that happened after Damon marked her. Dean suggested we bring you over to the pack house" Tunde explained, with his hands stuck in his pocket. "I-- I