The next day, Damien came back to the cabin just after lunch, looking moody as hell. I still didn't know him well enough, so I wasn't sure whether I should try and talk to him or if he needed space to cool off. So, I kinda just awkwardly asked him if he wanted to eat the meal I prepped, which he accepted and continued to brood.
By the time he finished eating, I had reached my limit. I was always naturally attuned to other people's feelings, so his poor mood started to affect me as well.
"So, uh, do you want to talk about what happened at the meeting with your pack?" I asked cautiously.
"Not really. Unless you want to know, in which case I will share the details with you," Damien answered, still staring unseeingly at his plate.
"Is..." I paused to clear my throat, "Is Jason looking for
