Damon's pov.

The hall was too loud for my liking. Wolves pressed in on all sides, the smell of perfume, sweat and wine filling the air. I stood near the back with my beta and two guards, my arms folded, my face calm. On the inside, I hated every second of this, I didn't like ceremonies. I didn't like watching another Alpha preen in front of his pack like a rooster.

But there was a treaty to be signed, so I had come.

Zac had been full of himself from the moment we stepped into his territory. His ...