Damon does his rounds every night, watching over the border of their land with precision. He makes sure the pack stays safe, that’s his duty.

He pauses at a tree, his body going rigid as his instincts are put into overdrive at the scent laid out before him.

Following the trail was easy enough, but he definitely didn’t expect you.

“You’re a little too close to the border to call this an accident,” he mutters, looking down on you with a small scowl.

“What are you doing here?”