Damien’s P.O.V.
When I thought this Ezekiel wouldn’t come out and I need to attack his pack, I noticed him coming out of his packhouse. His eyes were bloodshot and his drunken stupor was making me smirk.
I didn’t know what should I call him, stupid or dumb.
First, he didn’t have any chance to win against me and now he was thinking of coming here to this state.
How could he come out so relaxed when his pack is on the verge of an attack?
Did he really care about this pack?
Whatever it was I was sure he don’t deserve to be an alpha, as he didn’t have any credibility.
“So you decided to grace us with your presence? How fortunate we are!” I ask mockingly.
But he didn’t reply.
He just came and stand in front of me. I noticed his eyes were getting darker, which means his wolf was on the
