DAMIEN’S POV
Something felt wrong, and I just couldn't explain it. I felt it the moment I stepped out of my room and I told Roman about it. I kept using the stairs at a slow pace while I looked all around me.
The pack house was unusually quiet, and maybe it wasn’t something to be worried about. Not every day has to be noisy or filled with servants running around and guards reporting for duty.
Somehow, the silence kept bothering me in a way I couldn't shake off. I had just walked down the hallway and I expected to see someone eventually, but nobody appeared. Not a single maid, not a single guard, nothing.
“What exactly is going on?” I asked Roman.
“I guess we’re about to find out,” he growled.
My footsteps echoed while I kept sauntering. I still could see anyone but it felt like I was
