"Alpha," Beta Kane's voice floated through Damon's mind, snapping him out of his reverie. "Have some food."
His Beta wasn't ordering him; he was pleading with him. Damon had been hunting each morning to help the restlessness within him and his wolf. It was better for his pack but not eating with the others also seemed to put them on edge; he needed to show he wasn't a completely useless Alpha.
Darius growled at his thoughts, "If anyone dared to think such things, I'd rip their face off."
Damon smirked and released the fragile balcony from his fingers, turning abruptly to go to breakfast. "It was only a passing thought. If anyone did believe it, then I'd let you put them in their place." He reached the top of the stairs and stopped briefly; a growl instantly rumbled through his chest before he continued down the steps and past the annoying shapeshifter.
