Deepwood Weald as if through water from the bottom of a pool

And she saw Damien. Ever since their unfortunate encounter with the young cat in the caved Damien hadn't taken his eyes off his wife. She was his treasure, the key to his pack's success and he couldn't afford to lose her or even risk her getting wounded, so he had guarded her much like Tulugak.

He chuffed when their eyes met, but now that he knew she was safe the dark sovereign turned his attention towards the odd one out. Dawn. He scanned her, seeing none but raw potential and an opportunity to exted his pack's ranks. Who dares disrupt the calm of my dominion, demanded the dark male from his lover's side. Perhaps it was a quite aggressive approach to a potential follower, but Damien had to make it clear who was in charge and how he expected things to be.

Yet, before he could gauge the female's reaction a cold wind blew a much more familiar scent towards him and his eyes darted sideways. There among the mist he saw a shadow shift, and if he'd been aggressive before, now he looked murderous. We're not alone, he said as the hair along his spine electrified. Deepwood Weald was cougar territory.