Claribelle's Mate

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Damien's POV

My father had called me to his office shortly after breakfast, saying he needed to speak with me about something. I couldn't think of what he would need to talk to me about. We'd solved the rogue problem a week ago and they didn't seem to be bothering us.

"What do you need, dad?" I asked him as I pushed open the door to his office.

His office is clean-cut and tidy with a mahogany theme. The desk, two chairs in front of it and all the book shelves surrounding the room were made from the woods. His chair was not, having opted for a plush, black desk chair that would provide comfort on long work days, which were most days for him.

"Have a seat, Damien," my dad ordered me, typing away on his computer while I did as he told me. I waited patiently for him to finish what he was doing.

After a couple minutes he looked up at me and smiled. "There's a couple things I wanted to talk to you about," he began. "Do you want to start with topic one or two?"

I knew he wouldn't tell me what the topics were before picking so I shrugged and said, "Topic one."

He rubbed his hands together and sat back in his chair. "We're having a problem with some vampires."

I raised my eyebrows. We had a mutual hate relationship with vampires and normally left each other alone. What had changed? "What do you mean?" I asked of him, sitting forward in the chair. "Vampires leave us alone and we do the same."

"That's generally how it works, yes," my dad agreed, nodding. "However, the problem is with three specific vampires, and I don't think they belong to a coven. They're just trying to start problems."

"So let's just kill them," I responded, not seeing what the problem was. Our pack could easily handle three vampires.

"That's easier said than done," my dad responded, only serving to confuse me. How hard can it be to kill three vampires?

"What do you mean?" I asked him, starting to get frustrated. "There are three vampires, how hard can it be?"

"They're somehow disguising their scents. We can't track them and no one has caught them as of yet."

I growled, standing up and pacing the office a little bit. "What have they done if we can't track them and haven't caught them either?" I asked.

"It started a week ago, just catching their scent on the territory," he answered, rubbing his temples. "I wasn't too worried about it until it became a common occurrence. Then, this morning, a teen was attacked while on patrol. He survived, but he lost a lot of blood and the vampires' scents disappeared."

I felt anger fill me at the thought of one of those things attacking my pack. How dare they? "I'll come up with something," I promised my dad. "I'll figure out a way to catch them and then take them down!"

My dad nodded. "Keep me updated on what you're thinking and we can make plans to deal with them together." His face went from serious to a smile and I knew it was time for topic two. "Now, I want to hand over the pack to you, Damien," he told me and I nodded, already knowing where this was going.

"I know, Dad," I told him, sighing. "I still haven't found her, though." I ran my hands through my hair. I'd been looking for my mate for three years and I still hadn't found her. Dad didn't want to pass the pack to me until I had my mate by my side and I was getting worried that I would never find her.

I had this feeling that she wasn't far, like an itch I couldn't scratch and it drove me crazy and my wolf crazy.

My dad sighed, the sound bringing me back to earth. "I know, but maybe you should start looking for her," he told me. "I can't run the pack forever, son."