Chapter Fifty Seven

A knock woke up from my sleep, as I slowly opened my eyes to hear the knock again. I frowned immediately, and finally asked. "Who's it?"

"It's me Damon, can I come in?" I heard him ask, making my frown deepen.

I was actually supposed to rest, so why can't he allow me to rest now? I thought as I sighed softly, before finally speaking up. "Yes, come in." Just then the door cracked open and he walked into the bedroom.

"Hope I didn't disturb your sleep?" He asked me, and I just shook my head negatively, making him walk closer.

"You were right about what you said yesterday." He said, and pulsed while I just stared at him expecting him to explain what he was talking about.

It was like he understood my stares and continued. "My Roger that disobeyed me and went ahead to attack the Pack was found dead this morning with a note, saying they were ready for us.

And were going to enjoy killing us just as they killed him.

I sighed softly. "Oh,"

"So he really went against your warnings?" I asked him