Damien's POV
“What? It's Nadia, isn't it? She has gotten you, right? I know that look” Micheal taunted, enjoying how depressed I suddenly became.
Those words hit me hard. I wanted to ask her to wait for me, but she hung up. I tried calling again, but the number wasn't going. What should I do? I can't afford to be on bad terms with her dad, at least not now.
“What do we do now? You can't leave this undone and go for her, or do you want me to take care of things here while you go back to the pack?” He suggested and I sighed.
“It involves glowy eyes, Michael. I can't let you handle it alone” I growled.
“And Nadia?”
“I will deal with her when I get back” I shrugged and turned towards the boy. The moment he caught my eyes, he shivered again. He was covered in sweat and reeked of smell.
