Daemon's POV 

　　The crescent-brimming light from the moon outside casts through my window flames giving my room a sliver of light. 

　　I sat at the edge of the bed unable to get any sleep due to the sudden strange unwavering pain around my chest.

　　The door opened and Sam walked in with a cup in his hand, he was still in his sleeping wear, a black cloak with whitish dots around the fabric. If not for the pain that I was going through, I could have laughed at his choice of dress this night, this dress screams feminine. 

　　"Here," he passed me the cup, "At least the medicine will help put you to sleep till dawn," 

　　I nodded my head at him, a tiny smirk on my lips showing my appreciation. He smiled, imitating the same gesture with a slight nod.

　　Back in my office in the morning, hopefully, the pain was not that much anymore, all thanks to the medicine. 

　　I am sitting in my office chair flipping through the files on my desk when suddenly a knock comes at the door.

　　"Come in," my deep, authorizing voice echoed through the room. 

　　One of my guards walked in, "Philip," I called, my gaze still emphasized on the tons of files in front of me. 

　　"Good morning, King Daemon," I nodded, still not getting my head up, I have a lot to do today and I don't need my time getting wasted.

　　Sensing the seriousness in the air, he stretches out his hands, "Here, King Daemon, a letter has been delivered to you from the Blackwood Pack," 

　　My head flung up at the name of the pack, though the first thing that came into my mind was the image of Rhea. I instantly snatched the pieces of paper from his hold, normally I could have instructed him to drop it on top of the desk but today I guess my curiosity had me at the edge.

　　"You can now go," he nodded and turned around and left. Hearing the door turn locked, I signed and opened the paper. The paper was huge but the words written on them were only in two sentences and straight to the point. 

　　My heart tightened at every word in that sentence, my chest thudded hard causing anger to consume me. Squeezing the letter, I pulled out my drawer and slid it inside, locking it after. I guess the sender was in a hurry because the letters and words were written very fast but the message in them was well delivered.

　　I stood up, grabbed my coat at the cloak stand there, and slid into them, and just then the door opened and Sam walked in.

　　"Hey, buddy…"

　　Sensing the strange shift in the atmosphere, he instantly swallowed the rest of his words. " Hey, Damien, what's wrong?" 

　　"I need to get to somewhere right now," I said calmly, but my voice came out more deep and deadly. He shifted slightly at the Alpha aura scouring out from my body.

　　"Where are you going?" He demands, hurling me a suspicious look.

　　"Just take care of the pack and those files," I pointed at the tons of files sprawling on top of my desk, "Cancel all my schedule for today, I will be back by the evening," 

　　Sam stared at me, disbelief etched across his face. "Just... Just stop it, okay? I need to know what's going on," he persisted.

　　As much as I was tempted to tell him, I knew he wouldn't accept the truth of my impending visit to the Blackwood Pack if he knew the reason behind it.

　　"Are you going to stop blocking my way and get out of my path?" I growled unintentionally, my eyes icy and my voice laced with anger. I instantly realized that my emotions were getting the better of me.

　　I noticed him tense at my outburst, the atmosphere growing tense and heavy with anger mingling with my emotions.

　　Attempting to take a step forward, I found him obstructing my path once again, eliciting a snarl in response. "I won't stop pressing you because I need to know where you're going. Your safety matters to him, and it matters to the pack!" His voice almost snapped, but beneath my frosty gaze, his words sounded more like a plea.

　　"I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. Save your concerns for that jerk when I reach my destination!" I snapped, my gaze darkening, flickering with a myriad of colors as my wolf threatened to manifest.

　　Sensing the ferocious beast within me, Sam swallowed hard and shifted, creating a path for me to pass. With one last snarl directed at him, I strode toward the door, but his next words halted me in my tracks.

　　"Fine, since you don't want me to know where you're going... Why not attend the important meeting you have with the Alpha of the northern pack regarding the rogues?"

　　My jaw clenched instantly, my eyes turning frigidly cold, the kind of cold that could send the deceased back to the grave for a second time. Turning to face Sam, I erupted with a fierce growl that shook the room. "My mate is more important than that damn meeting with the northern pack!"

　　"L... Luna Rhea," he stammered, his voice trembling, "What happened to her?"

　　"He harmed my mate, and no one lays a finger on what belongs to me!"