Chapter Four

(Damien's POV)

Diego was right.

For two years, it seemed like I was in some sort of comma, and not until today did I begin realizing the little stuff I missed out on, but then I discovered that they were not actually trivial things; I was losing my pack little by little, and I couldn't even see that.

"You've been distant; I noticed that," I say, stubbornly refusing to agree with him, even if I knew he was right.

"The whole pack is afraid of you, Alpha," he says, his voice rising. "Where was the Damien that put the pack before everything else? Now, you fuck whores and spill blood."

"He deserved to die."

"Yes, he did, but you did that right before those little children which were present; each day you make them all scared of you; you should be their hope." He paused and It takes everything in me to be still, even at the face of his disrespect, but then I hadn't even realised what I had done, I didn't register that there were children present.

Diego took a few steps back, and I believe