Damon's pov.
The hall was too loud for my liking. Wolves pressed in on all sides, the smell of perfume, sweat and wine filling the air. I stood near the back with my beta and two guards, my arms folded, my face calm. On the inside, I hated every second of this, I didn't like ceremonies. I didn't like watching another Alpha preen in front of his pack like a rooster.
But there was a treaty to be signed, so I had come.
Zac had been full of himself from the moment we stepped into his territory. His smiles were too wide, his handshakes too firm. His eyes darted, always making sure people were looking. He spoke of loyalty and unity but everything about him stank of pride.
I was already thinking of leaving as soon as the speeches ended. But then I saw her.
She wasn't at the center of things
