“Damion?”
I gape at him, more so at the blood splattered all over his hands and face.
He grins at me, “Miss me?”
“W-What?” My head is filled with concern and confusion. “What are you doing here?”
“Saving you,” He announces, cheerfully, causally wiping blood on his black pants.
I feel so bewildered, watching him stride in with that lazy attitude, not a care in the world.
“You can’t be here!” I hiss, my eyes darting towards the door. “If Logan comes in-”
“You mean that old fart?” Damion asks with a frown. “He’s not here right now. Apparently there was some explosion in some part of the territory.”
From the sneer on his face, I have a feeling he had something to do with that.
As he approaches, even without my wolf senses, I can still smell the stench of blood on him. However, this i
