Narrator’s POV
Anastasia's body froze as she noticed Damon had used his assertive tone on her. She closed her gaze as she sensed footsteps approaching her. Anastasia bit her lower lip, pleased that she could put on the clothes she had always worn when she needed to leave their pack.
“Did you hear me? It’s the Lycan King’s order!” Damon repeated it. Damon came closer to the human with black garments on her head. “Do you want to be punished? Which pack do you belong to?” Damon added.
Damon couldn't understand why he was so impacted. The figure was familiar to him.
“Are you trying to make me mad?” Damon inquired once again. His soldiers moved closer, and Anastasia realized Damon wasn't alone. Anastasia turned around, causing Damon to close his eyes to see who was standing in front of him
