CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Damian’s POV:
One of our foreign allies had an emergency that required my immediate assistance.
The timing couldn't have been worse.
I had everything prepared to attend the thirty-first annual Wolf-Ball when I received the call, so I instructed Thomas, my Beta, to bring my luggage and formal attire with us to London.
I wasn't planning on missing the Ball.
Not if I could help it.
This year's event was being hosted by the Crescent Moon Pack, and Bruce had been so adamant about our attendance that the bastard threatened to stick his claws up my ass if I found an excuse not to go.
Not that I needed his encouragement.
His threat was completely unnecessary.
I intended to be there.
The Wolf-Ball was more than another formal event where Alphas put on expensive tuxedo
