DAEMON
"You've unleashed a shit storm." Yaren said the moment he entered Daemon's tent early that morning. "The news is spreading fast. Everyone knows that the Theta sent by Eldric to you has been kidnapped by Zoric Sofyr."
Daemon, who was wearing his clothes massaged his neck, his wolf still feeling restless. Unlike most werewolves, Daemon had never been one to casually give control to the creature that lurks within him. Control was a very… one might say sensitive thing for him, so he preferred being the one always in control.
Not like he didn't like the damage his Lycan wrecked whenever it was unleashed.
Sex, good sex would solve the restlessness. And he wouldn't be getting laid anytime soon if he didn't manage to end the war. And he intended to do that just at the full moon which was eight days away. Which meant he had very hard work ahead of him, and under a limited time at that.