Damien
I rap my fingers over the polished surface of the mahogany desk in my new office, sticking to a certain rhythm. It gives me a sense of calm, a sense of having everything under control.
And lately, unlike before, I can't seem to be in control of many things. Things that matter.
Kaya has been out of my reach for a month now. No matter how many times I ask for an audience with the Lycan King, all my requests are always rejected. It's become exhausting. And the worst part is that all this anxiety stands in the way of my becoming the new alpha of the Golden Lake Pack and merging it with Dark Wood.
I can't seem to get a hold of myself, and that is threatening to result in dangerous mistakes. One of them has already been made.
"Alpha Damien?" I flinch as my assistant's voice cuts through my wandering consciousness.
"What is it?" I ask more harshly than I intend to––this boiling irritation is really hard to control sometimes.
