Devil's Pack
Damion was a gentleman, he made me appear very important and distinguished, when we gathered round in Derek's apartment to officially inaugurate our new pack.
There was something significant about the pack. We all had our names alliterated with the "D" sound. Derek's apartment was cosy and comfortable.
Diana laid on his thigh, like a flawless queen. There was power in the house but, the fans moved very slowly, like there was power outage.
"Isn't four werewolves too small to make a pack?" I questioned.
"No it isn't. We would grow strong together if we start small and united." Diana muttered.
"We are supposed to be a pack of five, but Oliver was murdered few weeks back." Damion blurted.
I squeezed his palm and planted a wet kiss on his cheek.
"We are going to need
