Chapter Seventy Five

Damon's POV

The pain of losing Zirah compiled with the grief of losing my best friend, my brother was just too much to bear.S o I hibernated for a while.

I retreated from the pack and went far away I told Diego I needed some time away from my duties and responsibilities as an Alpha to the Autumn pack so I handed him the temporary reins of the pack, rest assured it was in safe hands.

Before I left though, I made sure all the traitors had been apprehended, then I marched over to Ramsey's place and rounded up who I could, but unfortunately, the bastard escaped. I declared a manhunt for his head, claiming the person to find it would be rewarded handsomely.

I was still bitter from the loss of my brother, my only family the pain I felt could only be resolved by watching the blood drain from Peytr's body with my own hands.

I sent people to look for him. I wouldn't rest until he's dead or six feet below the ground.

Looking for anything to fill the emptiness in my heart, I steered my thoughts