AVERY'S P.O.V
"Avery" Sir Damien called.
"Yes sir" I answered ask ran towards him.
"Avery!" He stared pointedly at me as if waiting for something.
"Huh" I stared blankly at him them my eyes widened in realization.
"Yes Damien"
He beamed a smile as me, I smiled back in response. It had been three days now but I still can't get used to dressing him by his name, I guess old habits die hard.
"Are you going somewhere?"
I asked because he was dressed in a pair of black jeans, a black shirt and a black jacket along with a pair of mountain climbing boots.
"Yes, I and my brother are going hunting with the other male members"
"Really? Is it a tradition thing or..." I left the question hanging because my former family never went hunting with the pack members, they believed the pack members
