Chapter 282

• Damien
• A demon on my lands.
• It’s the kind of thing that makes my skin crawl and every muscle in my body tense up like I’m about to fight for my life—because I might be. I sit at the head of the table, drumming my fingers on the wooden surface, trying to keep the frustration in check. But damn if it isn’t hard. There’s a demon lurking in my territory, and I have no idea where it’s hiding or when it’s going to strike next. The three packs bordering Glory Town may have cleared their differences, and the other two aren’t blaming me for Patrick’s death, but the pressure hasn’t let up. If anything, it’s worse.