A day earlier
Damon had arrived at the meeting point long before they did, his car idling quietly as he leaned back in his seat, his eyes scanning the road with growing impatience, though he tried not to let it show.
Minutes stretched into nearly forty, and just when he was beginning to wonder if something had gone wrong, Corvine's car finally pulled up, Seraphine stepping out right after.
The moment Damon saw her, every trace of irritation disappeared, replaced by something much brighter, something almost relieved, and whatever questions he might have asked about the delay faded before they could even form.
He quickly helped her into the car, his movements efficient but carrying an excitement he couldn't quite hide, and soon enough, they were on the road, the long drive back to the pack stretching ahead of them.
Seraphine didn't waste any time.
