Chapter 8

Damon's POV

It's now six hours into this meeting that I've called. I turn my back to the highest ranking members of the royal guard as they argue amongst themselves on the best strategies we should be taking.

I find it harder to concentrate as each hour passes from pure physical exhaustion. The longer the time drags on, the more impatient I grow. I can't admit to them that my mind isn't fully on this meeting.

With each passing second, my thoughts drift to my new mate and her well-being. As soon as we drove through the gates to the palace, I rushed her to the infirmary and filled them in on her status.

It's been seven hours since then and I haven't heard a single update. While I know no news is good news, it doesn't calm my nerves any. This is the last thing I need right now while dealing with these Hybrid bastards.

A long sigh escapes from my chest and lean lazily on my desk with both hands placed on top. There has to be something that can be done. Something that not even they can