Damon climbed to the attic faster than the wind and his lips curved into a smile when he inhaled the scent of freesia he was craving for.
The girl was there.
He stared at the closed door in front of him and took a moment to compose himself.
Damon thought how he went all around the Red Moon pack's properties in search of the girl. Why didn't he think of checking the packhouse thoroughly?
He already knew that the girl was not in the common buildings because she came to the kitchen in the packhouse.
Now that he was standing in the attic, he realized that obvious places would be to check the basement and the attic, as well as any isolated places where guests don't venture. It seems that his mind was muddled and he didn't think straight.
Well, it doesn't matter.
The time has come. She is right there. Behind that door. Hopefully.
Damon knocked on the door lightly and waited. Nothing.
