DAMON’S POV
The packhouse had gone quiet by the time I returned to the corridors. Most of the guests had retired to their rooms, and the servants had long since finished cleaning the remains of the celebration. Only the occasional guard moved through the halls now, their footsteps echoing softly against the stone. But my mind refused to settle.
Nyra’s threat still lingered like poison in my thoughts.
Then I’ll speak to my father.
The elders. The council. The Alpha King position. All my hard work threatened to fall apart because Nathan. He had come uninvited and turned everything upside down, and the worst part was that I knew that he now had his eye on Elodie. Everything I had worked toward could crumble if the wrong person decided to speak at the wrong time. I should have been thinkin
