~Damon~

Instead of my Alpha robe which I usually wore for meetings, I slipped on a leather jacket, high boots and cotton long-sleeved shirt.

What was the need for an official outfit when my pack is in danger and as the Alpha I'm not able to come up with ways to save us?

“Damon, is everything alright? You have been acting strange and quiet,” Logan asked, peering at me. “And you are actually putting on…‘those’ to the council meeting. Very unlike you.”

“Logan, I'm responsible for over hundreds of lives. All of which are at stake right now. I don't have time to chitchat.”

“Comm’on Damon. I know you are...