It had been a long while before she was pulled out of her train of though by a rasping knock on the door. She heaved in a long sigh of agitation but bit the instinct to open the door and slam the person on the other side against the wall. Harming another packmate without least half of a reason was her motto. There was no reason to tear the little fuck head to pieces just because the wolf knocked on the door.<span style="font-style: italic">"Alpha?" </span>The voice seemed to change every instinct of aggression the minute she heard it.  It was sable and it  seemed to bother her how the pack treated him. But she did nothing to change that fact simply because wellâ€¦it would make him stronger. If she suddenly began to favor him the pack would drive against him quickly. Like sharks taken to prey.<br/><br/>"What do you fucking want? Come in and please shut the door when you enter. Be lucky Im not in a vicious mood today." She rolled her eyes. Having to keep up the appearance of hostility for knocking on her door was sometimes exhausting.  But really she just couldnâ€™t bring herself to actually harm sable. Something about sable just made it difficult. Considering her pack bond made it wellâ€¦.obvious how the pack treated him, and what they thought of him. Just as he knew.<br/><br/>She had a sudden feeling of aggression from a wolf named ginger. She was the beta female, and wouldnâ€™t dream of fighting her. But the hostility wasnâ€™t towards her. It was towards sable. A low growl escaped her lips. Even as an alpha she knew that the beta position for the male was open. That left dariusâ€™s mate ginger in rut. Whoever took over as beta would be able to do as they please with her. But it didnâ€™t make sense why she was being hostile towards sable.<br/><br/>A half growl escaped her lips. The little bitch had no reason to feel hostile towards a delta wolf. The males were always full of hostility towards sable. But the females hardly ever did. On top of that there werenâ€™t many female wolves in the pack. It was her job to keep the little bitches in line . She waited for the door to open trying to restrain herself from going out that door and tearing the fuck out of ginger. Though she held her anger inside for one reason. They needed a female that could mate, and continue to have children. As the alpha she respected ginger for that. She could have children but she despised the thought of having a male in control. She waited patiently for the door to swing open trying really hard not to grab sable and shove him in the room. She had a reputation to keep. Not that she hadnâ€™t had sex within the pack. She just never actually chose a mate. Which made it easier. So technically she was an alpha that slept around. Which made her laugh.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Excuse me my lord. But you have a visitor down stairs. Rather he is asking to speak with someone. "</span>The voice was masculine and not the voice he was at all expecting. To hold back the surprise he turned carefully keeping the movement flowing , and careful.<br/><br/>"Yes please , and Renee you can leave me be, I will follow this fellow down the stairs , to greet our guest." Who he realized had to be Daymon. Since , he felt the presence of him. Though it did scare him at how this vampire seemed to almost be mistaken for Daymon. Or it must of been the distraction of his thoughts. His mind had been wandering  so much lately that he wasnâ€™t sure he would be able to do his duty. The ballroom was decorated in a silver theme. Men, and women danced gently on the dance force. Seeming to sway in a motion that almost looked in-human. He glided across the floor and made his way to the staircase that headed down stairs. No one miss him, or even notice his absence.<br/><br/>A sudden pain stabbed in his head. It was so painful that he had to lean against the wall and grasp his forehead. The world around him went red, as if the world was covered in dark red blood. That stained everything his eyes touched. It was the same every time. The pain throbbed in his head, and soon tore at his throat. A burning so unlike anything he had ever felt before. As if he was left in a dry desert with no water. It burned and he felt himself claw the walls his sharp nails scrapping against the wall. It made a slight metallic sound. He heard a growl escape his lip.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Sir are you OK?" </span>The manâ€™s voice sounded so distant it was almost scary. In a matter of seconds his vision flashed back , and he saw the man was further down the stairs than him.<br/><br/>"Itâ€™s nothing. Letâ€™s keep going. Weâ€™ve kept the visitor waiting long enough." He heaved in a long sigh. Of course he already guessed who could be, and if he was wrong again. Then there was something definitely wrong with his mind, and he would have to get to the bottom of it quickly.<br/><br/>At last they made it to the parlor. There was a dark haired receptionist at the desk. Her blood red eyes seeming to be striking, and a nice contrast to her hair. He glanced down the young vampiressâ€™s body. Her body was even better than her eyes, and hair. He was nearly drooling over her, and had to stop himself from pouceing across the room, and just taking her. Having to force his eyes to the man that was leaning against the desk.  " I hear you have requested to talk with someone?" His voice was velvet and smooth. Seeming to gloss itself into kindness.  "May I ask what is that you are needing to talk about?" He moved closer to the man leaning against the counter knowing that he had been right. This man was Daymon.  He looked at the scar across daymonâ€™s eye and knew for a fact that this was who he thought was here. The man that had led him to Daymon had retreated quickly leaving only Daymon, the receptionist , and him.