DAEMON
Daemon laid Zina on his bed back at his chambers while he parted back the strands of hair that were stuck on her forehead.
Malik Zorch stood stoically by the side while Daemon cradled Zina not wanting to let go of her yet.
He didn't know if she knew it yet, but there was something about her eyes that was madly possessing and compelling at the same time. It was he that was the Alpha Wolf, and yet that night, he found himself under her spell ready and willing to do her bidding.
She said they were an army of them. Even without a report to the effect, or any physical evidence to support her words, Daemon believed her hook, line and sinker. How could he not when the intensity of the truth burned both in her eyes and in the way her heart beat steadily… in her words and in her silent plea that called for his trust.
