Alpha Damon
I looked around, frantic, trying to get myself back into whatever world I was in, trying to allow myself to process what I was going through, where I was at all.
It was the cell, one of the cells. I was in the pack. I was at home.
The cell was dark.
Damp.
And both Damon and Ethan were standing in front of me, dripping water bucket in hand, eyes like fire.
“Good morning,” Damon said, voice like a blade. “Thought you’d sleep through the end of the world? Did you really think that you would be able to get off so easily?”
Ethan didn’t speak.
He didn’t need to.