Veronica could feel how she became weaker as days passed by. It was just two months since she got a rare werewolf disease that stopped her from shapeshifting as a wolf. She thought that it would just end up there. But she was surprised when the disease caused her body to weaken in the long run.
According to a werewolf healer, the disease was consuming her strength drastically until she would die from it. He also said that nothing could cure the disease. And that she just had three more months before her body totally gave up.
Fear succumbed to her being. She didn't want to die yet. She wanted to live as long as her beloved was alive. She was still waiting for him to propose about their mating.
They weren't mates. But who the hell cared? They loved each other. And they didn't believe in soulmates anymore.
She just really wanted to be Damon's Luna.
"I want to sleep more," Damon complained.
Veronica laughed and slapped his cheeks slightly. "What if it's about the cure?" She used her ultimate weapon to wake him up.