Chapter 43: Pack Politics
(Third person's POV)
Damon tapped his fingers anxiously on the surface of his desk. His office within the Ironwood Pack's administrative building felt smaller than usual, the walls inching closer with every second that passed.
Rhysand's earlier command echoed with unrelenting clarity in his mind: "I want him gone—permanently.”
His Alpha King’s voice had been like ice, each word laced with quiet fury.
“Yes, Alpha King," Damon had responded. His wolf had practically whined under the weight of Rhysand’s dominance, despite the Alpha's physical absence.
"Caleb is not to remain in our territory. Monitor his movements. Track every contact, every attempt—whether direct or through a third party. If he so much as looks in Elina’s direction, I want to know immedi
