Chapter 17- Reverend
DAMON~
I sat with my eyes fixed on him, registering every single movement he made, every breath he took, and the smile that curved his lips sent a sick feeling down to my stomach, I couldn't say this out loud but I knew his presence was frightening, Simon Riverend 'The Saint' they called him, nobody knew why or what was the history behind the name but every werewolf had heard of him, Killing his former alpha and taking his place he rebuilt the pack from the ground up making it one of the only packs that posed a threat to Howlcreek.
"Are we going to talk or are you going to keep staring at me" He finally said breaking the silence, his English accent thick and voice deep as he spoke.
"People from your side dig a tunnel to our side," I said cutting straight to the point, he raised a brow.
"That's a lie," He said, keeping his tone blank of any emotion.
"Really" I said with a smile, I looked at Carlos and he immediately pulled out a file and dropped it on the table, I opened it up turned it, and passed it to Simon, He still looked skeptical as he picked up the file and looked at the pictures.
"What is this?" He asked with a confused look on his face.
"Those are pictures of the tunnel that had been created, tunnels that led into our territory" I explained calmly.
"Well, I apologize for the actions of my people, some of the men in the pack want us to go to war by any means," He said his tone indicating that he meant what he said as an apology "You captured some of them right, As a way to apologize I leave their lives in your arms I have no use for warmongers in my pack," He said definitely, I saw the man that stood behind him visible flinch, obviously he didn't agree with Simons decision but nevertheless.
"Good, but I have terms," I said, originally Daniel was supposed to be the one laying down the terms but he had insisted that I do it to portray myself as not just an alpha with strength but one who possessed political intelligence.
"Anything"