Killian
The pack was restless.
I could hear it in the whispers slithering through the corridors, feel it in the tension hanging heavy in the air like a storm waiting to break. They thought Damon’s escape was a c***k in my rule, that it meant the Ether Pack was vulnerable.
They thought wrong. I would never let Damon have one over me again. I would rather die than let him take Lyra or this pack from me.
I leaned back in my chair, the carved wood creaking under the weight of my thoughts. The office smelled of ink and smoke, the fire in the hearth burning low but steady. Shadows danced on the walls, mimicking the unrest beyond these doors.
Luca stood by the window, arms folded across his chest, watching the courtyard below. His silence was telling. Even my Beta, unshakable as he was, kne
