Damian's POV:
The atmosphere in the dinning hall was tense. I could feel the eyes on me as I sat beside my father. It was like his very essence overshadowed everyone in the room. I caught my mother's eyes and she looked sad.
"How was your little trip?" My father asked. A maid appeared at the snap of his finger and served a plate of food in front of me. I stared at it knowing that I wouldn't be able to take a single bite out of it.
"It was fine."I replied tightly.
"Did you find the rogues?" My father asked.
He didn't usually insert himself into the packs activities. But when he did, it was very annoying to me. He had a way of imposing and making everything about him.
"I have it under control." I replied simply, cutting into my steak. It was rare. He knew I hated rare steak. I sighe
