After all, Damon was an alpha, and no alpha wanted to be brought down to the point where they had to beg another alpha to save their own pack. It rankled at their base instincts.
I tried to transmit a sense of calm. Damon was not an embarrassment; he was brave to put himself out there, swallowing his ego, all for the sake of giving his pack a better chance at survival. That was a sign of a good, strong alpha. I was proud of him, and so was Blaise.
"Yes, I do need help," Damon said with gritted teeth. "I could go and get supplies from other human towns, but I do not want to risk my supplies being sabotaged by vampires or hunters."
Alpha Thorton nodded. I guessed he understood Damon's point of view, but I highly doubted that he would be so kind as to let Damon get what he wanted so easily. And I was sadly proven right by his next words.