Damian arrived that night drunk. His feet were wobbly and he reeks the smell of alcohol.
"Hey, what happened to you?" I was quick to help him as he entered the door. He was quite heavy but I managed to help her sit on the sofa in the living area.
"Oh, you are such a little precious one. He wanted you so much he went, he would go to war for you. Do you know that?" Damian said. I was clueless about what he was talking about. Did he have a fight with Reed?
I was quick to inspect him, he looked alright. If he was in a fight earlier, I would have noticed. I would have smelled it in him, the scent of the enemy, the scent of their blood.
"I really should have made an effort to find you back then. I was too busy leading this pack. If only I allowed someone else to lead, you would have met me f
