Drake's POV
Damon leaned against the edge of the table, his sharp eyes trained on Zelda. The way he stood, arms crossed, jaw tight—it was all Alpha, no room for compromise.
“You’ll lead us to the artifact,” he said, his voice cold and commanding. “But if you so much as look at us wrong—”
“You’ll kill me,” Zelda cut in, her tone laced with sarcasm. “Yeah, I got it the first ten times you said it.”
“It bears repeating,” Damon countered, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, sharp and dangerous.
I sat on the arm of the couch, watching the exchange with barely concealed irritation. Damon was playing his usual part, the controlled menace, and Zelda… she was still Zelda—half smug, half terrified. My wolf snarled under my skin, wanting nothing more than to rip through her posturing.
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