To say I was confused was a mass understatement. I hoped that Damon was merely exaggerating. Even if I wanted him and Blaise here for emotional support, Thunderstrike was the last place they should be, when the pack was on the verge of tearing itself apart due to internal politics.
Having them here would make Darach's rule even more precarious and undermine whatever tiny progress I had made in the afternoon!
However, deep down I knew that Damon was not a man who indulged in theatrics. For better or worse, he meant his words. If I didn't stop him, he would be right at Thunderstrike's doorstep by morning, with a totaled car to show for his efforts.
I quickly jabbed at the call button, willing him to pick up. Hopefully, I would catch him before he was already on his way.
Thankfully, the call went through.
"Damon, I need to―"