* * * Damian’s POV * * *
I leave Max to have his shower and freshen up, while I go in search of food. He really looks like shit. His eyes are bloodshot, and his hair is stuck up in every direction. I’m hoping we can find his mate once he’s sorted himself out. He’s done so much for us, he more than deserves a happy ending.
The councilman had spoken to me and several others last night, asking questions about the type of man and the type of Alpha Max is. Apparently, the council will help him. I’m surprised that having Jasper as part of our pack hadn’t worried the councilman, but he seemed impressed at our peaceful coexistence and how we were making it work.
I make my way through the packhouse in search of food. I’m about to ask for directions when the most delicious smell of freshly baked pastries and cake hits my nose. I follow the smell until I reach the dining hall and see the kitchen doors.
I look around the dining hall as I walk to the kitchen. The flooring has marks to show the
