Morning came quietly over the Lunar Fury Pack.
The entire pack slowly proceeded with their daily routine as always. Guards were already patrolling around the borders, omegas carried baskets of laundry and food from one place to another, while young pups ran around the vast garden outside the pack house, laughing loudly as they chased each other beneath the warm sunlight.
Everyone breathed naturally like there was nothing wrong at all. They move like there's no chain that holds them. Like the world had remained perfectly normal overnight.
But inside Damon's bedroom, the atmosphere was entirely different.
Damon stood outside the veranda, quietly watching over every movement inside his kingdom. A cigarette rested between his lips while one of his hands stayed tucked inside the pocket of his pants. The cold morning breeze brushed against his skin and carried the scent of the forest around him.
