Chapter 57 Help Me, Please

• A deep frown creased thick lines on Alpha Damion's forehead as he stood tall, his gaze locked with the one person, who had been the source of his sleepless nights and troubled thoughts.
• The moment he had entered the Silver Claw Pack's castle, a familiar scent had wafted through the air, teasing his senses like a whispering secret. His wolf had stirred within him with wild excitement but Damion's mind remained shrouded in confusion as to why he was howling.
• One thing, however, was certain: he had no intention of selecting a mate from this pack. Their females, in his opinion, lacked a certain quality that didn't match his taste and spec.