Damien's POV.
My happiness reached an all time high in my life as I closed the door to Arielle's room. I couldn't contain my excitement.
I wanted to skip along the corridor like a child thinking about her. She was finally back to me. My dream had become true.
I smiled brightly and tucked my hands behind me, whistling a song of joy and even greeting the maids in the corridor— which was rare but the occasion made me behave out of the norm.
I went back to the meeting hall and it was nearly empty, save for my father waiting inside. As our eyes locked, I had a feeling he wanted to talk to me specifically about Arielle.
My wolf was already irritated but I took a deep breath and slowly approached him.
"Hello father."
"Damien, it's good that you are here. We have a lot to talk about." There was some urgency in his voice.
