Rory's POV
“Halt at once!” The voice cut through the chaos, commanding, laced with a power that pressed down on every living thing in the hall. The air itself seemed to freeze with tension, and for a moment even the snarls that had been erupting from every throat died away. My heart stumbled in my chest, slamming hard against my ribs as if it already knew what that voice meant.
God… I knew that voice.
My breath hitched painfully, my chest tightening as I forced my head up, peering past Dante’s broad shoulder. And there he was. Damien.
His presence was cloaked in calm, his aura so dense it weighed down every wolf gathered here. Standing tall, his eyes cold, his dark hair gleaming faintly under the dull corridor lights, he carried authority in every line of his frame. But it wasn’t just
