Chapter Fifty Eight

(Lena's POV)

I woke up to find Damien awake, a bottle of beer in his hands.

"It is not up to eight o' clock" I gasped, staring at the beer in his hands.

"That's how humans rule; don't affect me," he said, taking another gulp.

"You look a little tense," I said to him. "What is wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. Aurora had been caught and is in the pack now. It seemed like she was heading back here before we found her," he said.

I stood from the bed.

"What are you doing?" he asked me.

"I need to get dressed; I have to see her."

"She would be summoned to my office; after last night, you need to rest," he said, and he was right. I felt sore, but my anticipation was enough to fuel me on.

"Where is Isis now?"

"Why do you ask?" he questioned, his eyes on the bottle of beer in his hands. He looked undeniably sexy and shirtless. His tattooed body was simply a work of art, and I wanted to trace my tongue down every part of him, but there was a single question in my mind.

"You don't believe me. Do you?"