Lyra
The chamber still buzzed with whispers even after the video ended, like a hive shaken by a storm. Selene sat trembling in her chair, her once-perfect poise shattered into ash. Damon stood over her, chest heaving, fury dripping from every pore.
For a moment, I thought he would tear her apart in front of the elders. But then, as though a switch had flipped, Damon straightened. His breathing slowed, his face smoothed into a mask of regret.
“Elders, alpha” he said, bowing his head low, his voice thick with practiced remorse. “I was deceived.”
The murmurs rose again. I tilted my head, studying him. Damon’s performance was flawless… contrition in his tone, sorrow in his eyes and disappointment heavy on his shoulders. He looked like a man betrayed by his closest ally, not the puppeteer b
