*DAMON*
"She's completely fine, Alpha Damon, she will be conscious soon. I will take my leave now." The pack's physician informed, arranging his herbal pouches. Fully prepared, he bowed and excused himself. Seated on the mini dining table, I watched her from the bed she laid.
Judging from the stunt Rosaline pulled, we would not have the liberty to do as we please and today would have been her last day on earth, but that's if Maith had no fear or respect for me.
The condition she placed Gordon in, could have instigated war amongst both packs. But he knows better than to retaliate or his pack will go extinct.
Rosaline stirred on the bed, her hair scattered on the pillow, she looked peaceful in her sleep, not expected for someone who just brutally eliminated quite several Silvarian guards
