It was past two o'clock in the morning, and Damon was unable to sleep.
His room was facing the garden and there was a forest in the distance. Damon decided to go for a run. That should help him clear his mind.
Ideally, Damon would shift into his wolf form. Feeling the soil and grass under his paws as the wind runs through his fur always feels good. However, he is in the territory of the Red Moon pack and if his wolf is seen, it will be perceived as a challenge, a threat.
He came here to see what Alpha Edward is plotting, and not to start a war.
Damon descended the stairs and reached the main floor. He took a turn toward the door that leads to the garden when the sweet citrusy scent of freesia got his attention.
Without thinking, Damon's legs moved, and he found himself in the part of the packhouse he didn't visit before. The kitchen.
The main light was off, but he could see the surroundings among heavy shadows because the fridge was open.
