𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐇𝐢𝐦

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑆𝐼𝑋

𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧

Will I ever find Salvation?
Maybe when I can get redemption
For crimes committed
A soul filled with blasphemy
A mind courting insanity
No rest of the wicked—ever.

Tranquilized, paralyzed, it's calling my name
The darkness; it tries to lure me in
Memories are haunting; taunting
The darkness comes closer
This has to stop
Just give up
And when death takes me in his cold arms; gentle
I am no longer afraid
Finally, Salvation

No truer words have ever been spoken.

Getting up off the chair in my office I went to the floor to ceiling window and gazed outside where the sight of the darkened ocean met my eyes, its choppy waves hitting the cliff ever so often. I glanced up at the equally darkened sky where thunderclouds lazily sat on the horizon, promising pouring rain later in the night.

While most preferred sunshine and clear skies, I lived for the darkness brought by stormy weather and the majestic midnight sky that mirrored the darkness that resided in my heart, mind and soul. The comfort and tranquility provided by the darkness was unlike any other in this miserable life.

Deciding I wasted enough time doing nothing, I switched off the light and left my office. Walking down the dimly lit hall and up the carpeted stairs I turned a corner and entered my suite, painted in grey and white with accents of black and beige colored furniture.

Closing the door I took off my jacket, draped it over my sofa and made my way to my bedroom. The moon provided enough light so there was no need to switch on the ceiling lights. Picking up a bottle of Cognac brandy, I poured a glass and took a sip.

With my drink in hand I carried it to the window and looked down onto the lawn where my sister Bethany could be seen with her son Ethan. Her mate Angus laid on the grass next to her. Ethan was happily playing with her, laughing as she tickled him in his ribs and smothered him with kisses.

Checking the time I saw that it was after nine. I had a meeting with the Alpha of Spectrolite Forest to attend tomorrow and did not want to be late. I already sent a message to my Beta, Andrik to come here early in the morning so we could leave. The sooner we got the meeting over with, the sooner I could come back to my own pack; Bloodstone Isle —known to be one of the most powerful packs in existence as well as the most deadly.

The name Damian Volkov was one that sent shivers of bone chilling fear down people's spines. Who could blame them? My reputation wasn't one to be taken lightly. I've killed many times without a second thought and brought the most arrogant of Alphas to their knees.

As a child I was quiet and observant, diligently studying in school and excelling in my subjects. After graduating high school I got accepted into Gemstone Academy: a prestigious institution for the children of powerful Alphas to get their degrees and train themselves, physically and mentally.

I spent five years there, left at age twenty and bequeathed the Alpha position on my twenty first birthday. I was twenty seven now and already I attained my own reputation and established my own kingdom in the werewolf society.

"Damian?"

Turning around I saw my mother standing at the door, a soft smile on her face.
"Yes Mother, can I help you?" I asked taking another sip of brandy.

She came into my room wearing a large sweater over black leggings. Her shoulder length auburn hair was left to hang in its natural waves and her eyes — which were the same steel gray as mine —held hopeful prospect as she approached me. "I came to let you know that tomorrow morning, Council Leader Issac wants us to come to Gemstone Hall for a meeting."