Damian's POV:
I could feel a rift between I and Isabella. It was there, barely noticeable to the naked eye but I knew Isabella for years now. And I knew when she was upset about something.
The thing now is, she's upset with me.
After that day I went riding and she followed me, even though it seemed like we hand made up, I still knew that she was angry.
I sighed softly, the papers in front of me not making any sense at all. So much was still going on. I was yet to find the damned rogues who had attacked my pack the night of the blood moon. I was still on bad terms with Isabella. And my father was still after my head.
A knock sounded on the door. "Come in." I said.
Bishop walked into the office. "Good afternoon, my alpha."
"What is it." I asked, not in the mood for pleasantries.
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