Daminix's POV
I watched the wolves walk back into the house. I feel a tug inside of me to go to her. I brush it off as being protective of our new Queen.
I go to my in house office and look over paperwork and make calls to my other clans as a routine check up. Still though, Shelby is on my mind.
About an hour before sunrise, I go to greet the guards from the Red Moon Pack and Geraldine. I have grown fond of her. She never cares about putting me in my place, I respect that. She's a kind, gentle older lady. I adore her sweet southern accent. The guards head to there posts. Before I turn to leave as well, Geraldine grabs my arm.
"Something wrong, Sugarbean?" Geraldine asks me with a worried expression.
"No. Why do you ask?" I reply.
"You have a distracted look and seem so far away in
