HUNTED

Damon sat in the large meeting room on the western part of the mansion. He grabbed his coffee from the colossal table placed in between the Alpha's gathered around it. In the middle was a map with pins stabbed into it and highlighted areas on different pack territories. Damon looked at the map. The areas covered by these attacks showed how much of an uprising there was from the rogues. If it was the rogues planning these attacks.

But it was doubtful that type 1 rogues were attacking them. They were more wolf than human and tended to only come on their lands if they were hunting for their food and attacks anyone in their way. Whether that is another wolf, prey or even a child. He also considered the hunters may be the cause of these attacks; that thing in the dungeon was evidential. 

But until he had a plan, he didn't want the others to know the full details just yet. So far, they only knew of a strange beast that was more powerful than them. Which was alarming, to say the least.

They spent a few hours debating on their next course of action. Damon only paid 50% of his attention to the discussion; at least ten of the Alpha's in the room were arrogant assholes and just wanted to chat shit, swinging their balls about, making it last forever. The other 50% was him worrying about Aila or mind-linking with Kane about their own security detail, along with the other packs he needed to help keep protected.

Damon glanced at his phone, and without apologising for his interruption, he answered it after seeing the caller ID was Gamma Chiara. His brows arched together after there was a silence, and then she swore through the phone in agitation.

"Chiara, what's happening?!" Damon snapped, and stood up from his seat, turning around, so he faced the window, outlooking the grounds with the swimming pool. 

"We are being attacked at the packhouse-"

"Send more men to help the ones on patrol," He immediately cut her off. 

"Damon, I wasn't phoning about the pack," She sighed, "the hunters are here. They are after Aila. It was a trap."

Damon stilled for a second, his stomach dropped, and he felt ready to burst with rage, "FUCK!" he shouted away from the receiver and raked his hands through his unruly hair. He turned around and looked at the room full of Alpha's, Beta's and the lone Luna.

"Unfortunately, I have to leave. Something urgent has come up in my pack, and it needs my attention. I apologise, but I can see that we have  everything covered.." He trailed off and grabbed his suit jacket, flinging it behind his shoulders. Beta Kane pushed off from the wall where he stood and began to follow him to the far end of the room to exit.

"This meeting isn't done!" His dad roared. He could see the anger flaring behind his eyes and the disappointment that his son was leaving so abruptly. 

"My MATE and pack are in danger. Do not tell me to wait it out," Damon spat back at him. His own temper was much greater than his dad's. Aila was in danger.

"Our beloved mate," Darius growled through his mind.

"Will not be able to walk for a fucking week," Damon growled just as fiery back to his wolf.

"She is a Cross. Capable of taking care of herself, Alpha Damon," Alpha Ethan from the Dark Wood pack raised from his seat and sauntered in front of Damon, blocking his way. 

"If you gave a shit about your own mate, you would not be in my way right now, Ethan," Damon growled lowly, removing his title purposefully. 

Ethan immediately swung at Damon, but he blocked his fist and punched him twice as hard in the gut before kneeing him in the face and throwing him onto the table. He flopped down, crashing into a chair and another Alpha. 

"Does anyone else want to get in my way!?" His burning gaze searched across the faces of the room, and he grabbed Ethan up before flinging him back on the table, pointing at his face, "Challenge me again.. you will not leave alive, and I will take control of your pack."

Ethan groaned, and Damon pulled him by the shirt closer to his face with a snarl, "Got it?"

Ethan nodded his head, and Damon dropped him down before picking up his phone from the floor, where he dropped it mid-action. He marched through the door and placed the phone back to his ear, and turned when he saw Beta Kane slam the door behind them. He, too, was bristling and seemed pumped for a fight.

"That arrogant prick should know better than to challenge you. Right when Aila is in trouble," His wolf growled and chuckled at the same time, a deadly combination.

"He must have a death wish," Damon replied drily to Darius.

"Are they all working together?" He asked calmly as they exited the double doors; his men fell in line with him, already alerted by Beta Kane on the situation. 

"I don't know," Chiara replied anxiously. 

"I'm on my way back. Stay in contact with someone at the shopping centre. I need you to stay in human form. I know you don't like it, but I've left you in charge. I'll be back as soon as I can." Without waiting for her reply, he hung up.

The cars were already parked out front, ready for them. Instead of climbing into the backseat, Damon took the keys from one of his men and opened the driver's door. As soon as Beta Kane and the others jumped in, he put the car in gear and sped off. It was better for everyone he was driving; if he sat in the back, he would lose his shit. 

His hands gripped on the steering wheel, going white, and he only wished he had his motorbike. It would take him half the time to get to Aila, but he also knew that bringing his men would aid them. 

He slammed his hand against the steering wheel and cursed under his breath as he overtook a car, the horn blurring with the wind and the roar of the engine. Damon kept his eyes focused ahead as a storm swirled behind his shimmering orbs and with his teeth clenched.

Aila, I'm on my way. Hold on, baby, until then, please. I won't lose you again!