"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No!"
"For f*ck sake, Damon!"
"No means no, Feli, I'm not going to play nurse with a bunch of old people who refuse to die!" He shouts back at me earning him a range of glares from the awaiting elders.
I bite down my rising temper, knowing that we were already making enough of a scene and if we kept going this would just end horribly.
Today was another day of trying to reshape Damon's image of being a violent psychopath. He'd spent some time with the pack kids, helped out with the market and even led a training session which was very popular amongst the pack.
Today he was supposed to win over the elders, the same elders who essentially decided his future. They'd been the main source of complaints about Damon and him disrespecting him wasn't helping their case.