Shadow Mountain Energized like a nine volt, ice cold.

The confirmation brought a strange feeling to his gut. He had felt it before, each and every time he met one of his blood relatives, but this time things started to take new colors. With this one, Damien counted four Meloniis who had come this far north, and even if he wasn't the superstitious kind he was, he would still believe that it could be no coincidence. You seem a bit lost, said the dark prince kindly. There was no need for mystery now, and he found it unlikely that the male would know the pass code if he didn't even know how he got the marks. I'm Damien Melonii. Son of Meldresi. he revealed, not expecting his own name or his mother's to ring any bell at all, but hoping that the shared surname would bring some confidence and lower the tension in the air. How could it not? If the same blood ran through their veins, and the auras around them shared the same darkness clinging to their dna. Perhaps you'll let me help you? he couldn't resist. His new pack needed the numbers, and given their ties it would be stupid not to try, and with a hopeful glare Damien fixed on the other male's plum eyes, shining with a familiar eerie gleam.