Daemon
We were sitting on the veranda in the same familiar group, with the exception of Thorren. After giving me one last hug, the alpha had left to deal with some urgent business, having first extracted a promise from all of us that everything that had happened would remain an absolute secret.
I brooded over the events of the past few days, knowing that the moment of truth was inevitably drawing closer.
“Daemon…” The mentor said my name on a long, heavy exhale. “What the hell have you done?”
Thanks for waiting until Thorren had left before starting the interrogation.
It felt as though someone had plunged me into ice-cold water. Even when I was alone with my own thoughts, I had refused to let those memories surface, preferring to lock them away somewhere deep inside, as far from my co
