Daemon's POV

　　As the frosty morning sun rose, I stood on the western side of my pack's border training with my warriors. Gesturing for them to step forward, they charged at me one by one. My eyes gleamed darkly as my wolf threatened to take control.

　　Anger and rage surged through me as I flailed them to the ground in a fit of fury. Howling angrily at the sky, I saw Rhea's bruised neck flash before my eyes.

　　Who dared lay a finger on my mate? As I extended my claws towards one of my warriors' faces, someone caught hold of my hand just in time.

　　Furious growls escaped from me as I snapped and pinned the person to the dusty earth below us. It was a close call; their neck almost met with my sharp claws before everything turned hazy.

　　"Sam," I groaned, "What are you doing here?" I scoff.

　　"What's wrong with you?" He barked almost in a whisper as I still had my claws around his neck.

　　"How?" I frowned, "This is not training, you almost killed one of your warriors," Sam points out with his worried gaze.

　　"Not my fault that none of them were close to gutting me whenever we trained," I grunted in my usual deep and domineering voice, unable to keep my frustration and rage at bay.

　　"I guess that you were distracted to the extent that you never felt my presence," he said with a cough, finding it difficult to breathe and that's when it clicked in my mind that he is still enmeshed on the ground.

　　Chuckling, I retracted my claws and stood up, stretching out my right hand. I pulled him off the ground. My brow furrowed as I watched my warriors lying on the dirt when struggling hard to catch their whiffs.

　　"You see what I am saying," Sam nodded in their direction. "They are badly wounded,"

　　I stared down at my claws and then at their faces and bodies, letting out a frustrated sigh. I turned to one of the warriors that was not that badly hurt, "Loch, help take them to the pack hospital," I instructed before stomping out from the place.

　　I can feel a footstep behind me, keeping up with every pace. I knew that it was Sam, opening the door that leads to my chamber I walked in but before I could lock it, I noticed a hand grab hold of it stopping me from shutting it close.

　　"Sam, why are you here?" I sighed, "I am busy," I said dismissively when striding toward the lavatory.

　　However, reaching in front of my latrine door, I halted, dropping my head low. I breathed deeply, my eyes were still burning and I knew that I was running out of time before the emotions got the best of me.

　　Rhea's face kept flashing through my head, her bruises and the silly brat standing beside her claiming to be her mate, everything is not making sense to me.

　　And just then Sam's voice snapped me out of my dazed state, "Hey, bro, are you sure that you are okay there?"

　　I huffed and made my way to the bathroom ignoring his question; maybe the cold water can cool me down, and pull me out of this madness before I will completely lose it. I paused in front of the sink and peeked at the mirror before turning on the tap.

　　Disrupting the dropping water, I splashed the water all over my face and then closed my eyes. Letting the water trickle down my body when imagining that it was my anger slowly gushing off me but still her image kept popping into my head.

　　How is he the true mate when I can also feel him? Something is definitely not adding up, we Lycans do have one mate in the whole of our lifetime and practically not someone else's mate... something like this has never been heard of.

　　"Pull yourself together, Daemon," I tried to assure myself the best that I could.

　　This whole thing is seriously driving me insane; why her? I babbled in response and furiously grabbed the towel hanging beside the sink. Dadding my face off the water, I loosely tied it around my waist before walking out of the bathroom.

　　Ambling out of the latrine, I staggered unexpectedly, my gaze trailing between the two people sitting in my room. One sitting comfortably on my bed while the other one sat beside my dressing mirror.

　　I swirled my head at Sam, "I thought that you were gone,"

　　"I thought that you are not going to come out, how many hours will it take to take you to bathe?" He complained looking concerned.

　　But before I could speak up, a feminine voice chipped in, interrupting me and drawing my attention, "I heard that you haven't eaten anything since we arrived from Blackwood Pack," I watched her seductively stand up from my bed and started walking closer to me.

　　"And," I glared, unable to hide my frustration, amassing a chuckle from Sam.

　　"You can't possibly be starving yourself, Daemon," she tried touching my bare chest but I instantly stopped her with a lift of my finger, "Don't make that move, Sheila,"

　　Giving me a rueful smile, she stepped a bit closer though not that close, "Well..." My face scrunched in disgust as I noticed how she was shamelessly gawking at my exposed chest down to my loosely wrapped towel while licking her lips.

　　"Why are you here?" I impatiently snapped, surprising her.

　　Flinching a bit she composed herself with a slight chuckle, "I guess that you are busy now maybe we will talk later," smiling as she turned around and started walking away.

　　I can feel the deadly glare that she hurled at Sam before walking out of my room.

　　I sighed tiredly and started striding toward my bar when suddenly Sam's next word caused me to halt in my spot, "The Blackwood Pack has been trying to reach out to us concerning our cooperation,"