**A FEW DAYS AGO**
It was extremely dark with the glow of light from the lanterns at the throne hall being the only light source outside.
Damien was outside, unable to relax at the chair he had been seated on before. He couldn't concentrate. Not on Danika. Not on the ceremony.
And when he'd seen the DreadFang Circle soldier smirking and smiling to himself after pressing and feeling Danika's bum, he felt something snap in him.
He'd forgiven him. He'd wanted to leave him be despite his wolf that clamored for him to be torn apart and into shreds.
Now, seeing him reveling in what he'd done, his thoughts were no better than his wolf's.
He had far more venomous thoughts towards him than his wolf.
Suddenly, he saw an opportunity presenting itself.
It was rare. He hadn't done anything because he didn't want to cause an uproar.
