Damon
My mind was in chaos and sleep had abandoned me.
I paced the length of my chamber like a caged beast, hands clasped tight behind my back, eyes darting to the door every time the floorboards creaked beneath my boots. The whiskey in my veins did nothing to soften the gnawing edge of fury that had been building since the council chamber.
Lyra… always Lyra. Oh, how I hated her. I didn't even want to hear her name.
Every time I reached for Killian, she was there, radiant, untouchable and weaving her threads through him until it felt as though there was no space left for me and I hated seeing her get closer and closer to Killian.
It was supposed to be me next to him.
I clenched my jaw until my teeth ached. The pack was whispering. Rumors moved like smoke through every corridor… abou
