Damon
The day dragged on like an eternity wrapped in silence.
Yesterday, the pack had cried for blood; Lyra’s blood. They had demanded answers, demanded that Killian bring his treacherous mate forward, demanded the justice they were owed for being lied to, manipulated, betrayed. Their voices had filled the courtyard like a storm, and for once, I had tasted true victory on my tongue.
But now… nothing.
A whole day had passed since the uproar, and still, neither Killian nor Lyra had appeared. Not a word, not a whisper, not a command from the Alpha’s lips.
The pack was restless again. Whispers curled like smoke in every corner of the halls. Why is he silent? Why protect her? What is he hiding?
I should have been thrilled. Their doubt was my ally, their anger a blade in my hand. But inste
