Damon's senses were clouded by the remnants of alcohol that still lingered in his veins, as he stumbled towards the packhouse, his mind filled with a mixture of confusion and determination. He knew he had vital information to share with his brother regarding the relic and its connection to their pack. But the alcohol had loosened his inhibitions, and with it came a touch of audacity that bordered on recklessness.
Entering the packhouse, Damon went to Seth's study, where he expected to find him. The room was dimly lit, save for the soft glow emanating from the desk lamp, casting long shadows across the space. Seth was engrossed in a stack of papers when Damon burst through the door, his presence both unwelcome and anticipated. Seth looked up, his eyes narrowing as he observed his brother's
