Harper's POV
Damon waved it off. "Just saying. With the festival coming, threats could pop up. Harper's important to the ritual."
Taylor nodded eagerly. "Absolutely. We can't risk anything happening to her."
I bit back a snarl. Important. Like Mom was "important" before they burned her alive. I forced a smile instead and turned to Damon. "Well, if you're so concerned, maybe you should tell me more about your plans. Privately. So I can... prepare."
His eyes darkened again, that stupid smirk of his now turning predatory. "Privately? Oh I can do privately."
My father cleared his throat. "Enough. Eat your food, Harper. We can discuss pack business after dinner."
The conversation shifted to random things, border patrols, supply runs. I tuned it out, my mind started spinning.
The plan wa
