~ A year and six months after the death of Jared (Amara's mate)
Damien's POV
I was seated in my office in the training center. I had busied myself with the recruitment and training of new warriors, and now I was exhausted.
I decided to take a little break now. I went into my office and ordered that I was not to be disturbed, unless absolutely necessary. My warriors know better than to disturb me when I placed an order like that.
For more than a year now, I hardly smiled at anyone. I became too strict, too rigid. I didn't take punishments lightly. I never abused my powers, but I was much more lenient before now.
That was why I was taken aback when someone dared to open the door, barged in without knocking. They definitely had a death wish.
I raised my head, ready to put the person in
