I'm Coming For You, Damon.

Selene's POV.

The sound of people moving about the tower outside made me feel uneasy. Sounds of orders, guns firing as if testing the weapons, swords clashing out of their shields.

My father was a bit old fashioned so he rarely used modern weapons except if it was necessary.

I laid on the floor unable to move, weak and tired, Damon crossed my mind too many times for me to count and I could only pray he had moved the pack somewhere else because my father's pack already had a strategic plan to defeat him.

My mind wandered back to that night unconsciously, I hadn't remembered when I ever sent my father the location of the warehouse, it broke me that I hadn't been able to tell Damon that.

The voices of men shouting filled the room once more and I worried about Damon the more. He probably wasn't expecting my father to raid his pack so soon. Everyone there was in danger and there was nothing I could do about it.

I started to cry, I was truly a coward, everything I had learnt with Christian