Alpha Damon's boots echoed loudly through the stone floor.
Each time the soles of his boots hit the hard ground, they gave off a loud thud that would reverberate through the long hallway, causing the walls of the pack house to vibrate.
He was walking so fast as if the devil, himself, was after him, hot on his trail. Damon's fiery amber eyes were shooting darts of fire, making him look scary like the monster he is.
Two packhouse maids carrying handfuls of fresh linen, caught sight of him in the hallway. Their faces immediately paled like they'd seen a ghost. As if on cue, they both spun and scattered, their skirts fluttering as they desperately scrambled in every direction to avoid his path.
One of them gasped in horror, pressing herself flat against the wall, trembling. Another bolted
