I didn’t hesitate. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed Damon’s number. It rang for a moment before he picked up.
“Finn! You’re calling again? What, do you want to marry me or something? This is the second time in less than 48 hours,” Damon joked, the lightheartedness in his tone betraying his usual cocky demeanor.
I sighed, my frustration boiling over.
"I need to talk to your father, Damon," I said, cutting to the chase. "There’s something important I need to know about the cursed child. I know you two don’t get along, but I need to find him."
Damon was quiet for a moment, and I could practically hear the gears turning in his head.
“I don’t know where he is, Finn. Probably gallivanting around the world, chasing after women’s asses, he’s been doing that for as long as I can remember.
I clenched my jaw, trying to keep my cool.
“Damon, this is serious. I need to find him. This isn’t just about us anymore.”
“I’ll try to get in touch with him,” Damon replied, sounding a bit more serious now. “But in the meantime, you need to come to the werewolf camp. Some of the guys are starting to doubt your authority. They say as Alpha; you shouldn’t be mingling with vampires like this.”
I took a deep breath, knowing Damon was right. As Alpha, I had to maintain their respect. I couldn’t afford to lose their trust.
“I’ll come there and sort things out,” I said, already reaching for my jacket. “But we need to talk about this cursed child once I’m done. We need answers.”
“Alright,” Damon said. “I’ll try to contact my father.”
The call ended, and I stood there, still feeling the weight of everything that had just been revealed. Aidan looked at me, his face unreadable.
“It would be best if you go to talk to your people,” Aidan said, his voice calm, but I could hear the underlying tension in his words. “Tell them what’s going on.”
“You’re right. I can’t ignore this. I need to handle things with my pack first.”
I turned to Amelia, the emotions swirling in me. I pulled her close and kissed her deeply, a passion in the kiss that matched the urgency of everything happening around us.
“I’ll be back soon,” I whispered against her lips. “Stay safe.”
She nodded; her eyes filled with concern. “Be careful, Finn.”
I gave her one last glance before walking out, my mind racing with everything that lay ahead.
I won’t let anyone doubt my authority,I thought.
As I made my way to the werewolf camp, the weight of the prophecy, the cursed child, and everything else pressing down on me, I knew that a storm was coming.
As I arrived at the werewolf camp, the tension in the air was palpable. The camp, normally a place of strong unity, was now divided, and I could feel it in every glance cast my way.
“You made it,” Damon said, his voice casual, but his eyes betrayed his concern.
“Any luck with reaching your father?” I asked.
He shook his head, frustration creeping in.
“No, I haven’t heard from him yet. I’ll keep trying, but right now we need to focus on something else. The Pack,” he said.
“I’m counting on you to back me up,” I replied, taking a deep breath. “Let’s call for a meeting.”
The pack gathered, faces full of uncertainty. Damon stood by my side; arms folded in silent support.
“Everyone, listen up,” I called, my voice steady, but I could feel the tension buzzing in the air. “We need to talk about the concerns you have. I’m not going to sugarcoat it. I’ve heard whispers, and now it’s time to address everything. If we’re going to move forward as a pack, we need to do it together.”
A murmur spread through the crowd, and I could feel the weight of their eyes on me.