Since sighting Aila in the castle, Damon organised the werewolves into teams, rotating them to observe the castle. This soon turned into them following Cassius, Aila, Davian and some other red-haired man that caused the Alpha in him to want to claim Aila more. But that was the least of their problems; following them without being seen was a skill in itself. He felt very fortunate for Gabriel to be by his side along with a shapeshifter who, without complaint, flew along with Aila's vehicle, hidden behind the clouds.
This was day three post seeing his mate in the castle. They had yet to move, and from what little information they had on Aila and Cassius and the little band of vampires, it didn't seem like Cassius had caught onto them. He was incredibly proud of his mate, but he still found it fucking frustrating being so close and not yet ripping her away from that vampire's clutches. He wanted nothing more than to rip the fucker into shreds.
