Uncover(Re-writing)

Panic

*rewritten*

Damon POV

The loud annoying ringing of the phone jolted me awake. I noted a stinging feeling in my neck from the position I was in. My head was laid on the table for long hours, I slowly pressed the green button wondering what would weeks of sleep feel like. I never thought that I would be here one day. Sitting behind a desk holding the title of an Alpha so early. This isn't what I had planned my life to be like, but I wouldn't trade it for anything.

"Yes?" I grumbled in the phone pushing the curses that were threatening to spill to the back of my throat. 

"You should head to the squatter area of the territory" Jonathan's voice blarred heavily in the intercome.

"Why" I almost sounded like a whiny kid but I did not care at the moment I was tired and needed a few hours of sleep. 

"Just come here" He said and cancelled the call.

I pushed myself off my desk and dragged my feet towards the door. Within a few seconds I found myself infront of the front door. I rolled my shoulders and cringed at the sound of my bones popping. I could feel my muscles bruning. I decided to turn this into a small jog session. I took off running, my feet almost slipping on the unbalanced ground.

A loud growl and a strange laugh cut through my jumbled thoughts. I came to a sudden stop and perked my ears towards the noises.

Found him, I thought.

My feet followed the directions my ears were drawing into my brain. That laugh almost gave me chills. It sounded familiar, too familiar for my liking.

A voice I've been dreading to hear for years rang inside my skull.

"Brother" He greated me and licked his lips. I knew that look. I hated it. Every muscle in my body was tense.

As much as I hate to admit it I did miss my brother. Not the person infront of me. This was not my brother, this was a third part of his personnality. He looked nothing like he did when he stood high and trashed me around our pack. This was a tired man with the world problems hanging on his saged shoulders. He had emptiness in his eyes, none of the energy and obnoxious excitement he had when we were younger. This was not the demon who pitied me enough to let me live. He reminded me of a ghost in this moment.

"What happened to you" I hated myself for being concerned but I couldn't ignore my curiousty.

"You still hate me don't you" he asked me. A sad smile was painted on his face making his features look much more older then he was.

"You left mom and I to die, that cannot be forgotten" I hoped he could hear the poison behind my voice.

He nodded slowly and glanced down at the floor. There was something definitely wrong with him. He never shied away from anyone, especially not me. I was furious at him and my father, mostly at my father he was the one to blame.

I eyed him carefully, he smelled weird. His eyes were abnormally hallow and he had lost all the muscles he had. There was deep red scratches on his very thin arms. Everything clicked in place.

 "Why did you go rogue, he got tired of you didn't he ?" I was genuinely concerned about him but I couldn't not roll my eyes at the irony of this situation.

It took him a while to understand what I had just said. But when he did he shook his head, No.

"No he didn't, I couldn't do it." His voice trembled like mine used to do years ago. He raised his chin for me to see his eyes jumping from corner to corner in his sockets. I had to step back from the shock. It looked like he was having a panic attack.
I didn't know what to do, should I keep talking to keep him focused with me or should I stop speaking?