The honeymoon (2)
Damon's temper was rising as the four intruders were getting closer. He was hoping they would stop or take a turn, but that was not the case.
Since they left the Dark Howlers pack, Talia was in a good mood. She didn't think about their packs, her father disappearing, the Guardians, or anything else that would usually weigh on her adorable mind.
It reached the point where even their wolves were snoozing contently.
Damon was extra vigilant in keeping distractions away, but it seemed he was about to fail.
Pesky humans!
"Damon?" Talia called drowsily, and Damon's stomach tightened.
Damn it! Talia was awake! Someone will need to pay for this, big time!
"Shh… sleep, kitten." He rubbed her back and pressed a kiss on her forehead.
Damon was tense, which woke her up, so she had to ask, "What is going on?"
"Just some intruders. I will deal with them."