When everyone met up that night at the dining hall of the hotel for tea, Damon looked irritated, and Allen made sure to steer clear of him. As Damon was putting salad on her plate, giving the chips a sad, longing look, a sharp jab in her ribs made her jump and yell, nearly dropping her plate in the process. She turned to give the culprit an irritated glare and found herself face-to-face with a smirking Damon, but the smirk didn't hide the anger in his eyes. Allen sighed in resignation.

"What, Damon?" Allen asked her Alpha, her voice full of annoyance, as she turned back to the buffet to...