Damian's POV
It had been a day after my visit to red moon pack. The whole encounter was rubbing me the wrong way. The tug I felt, it wasn't ordinary. It felt like someone was calling me, pulling to me. I couldn't explain it or understand it.
And that scream I had heard, Bishop claimed he didn't hear it.
It was weird. I wanted to go back to the pack and search the place up and down till I found out what was pulling me there.
"Damian," Isabella's voice pulled me from my thoughts. I turned to look at her. She watched me with cautious eyes, a small smile on her face.
"Isa," I said and reached out to her. I touched her face, and she leaned in to my touch.
She held my hand "is everything okay?"
I sighed. "Not entirely." I replied. I favored her a small smile. "I have some matters to de
