Going to fake a death

**Author's POV**

Damon knocked the door to Elora's room, a smile on his face, though his mind was clouded with what was going on around them.

The door opened and Elora stood in the doorway dressed like she had been just woken up from bed.

Her eyes were sleepy, her hair tousled into a mess that made her look even younger than usual. She smiled sleepily at him and said "Come in." Her voice sounded hoarse, but she sounded happy nonetheless.

As Damon stepped inside, his worries stopped for a little while, "Yes, Damon what is it?" Elora asked, her voice and smile playful.

"I came to report something to you." Damon replied, his eyes getting a little dim as she opened the door looking around again.

"The pack is in turmoil, and right now, I've tried to make them less sad, though some of them are restless." Damon sighed, trying not to get upset again himself.

"And I've tightened the security in the pack, I've made the guards stand guard everywhere." He added, he didn't really want anyone but