THIRD PERSON POV.
Damian stepped forward. “Stand down.” He commanded his pack guards but none of them moved.
“You still don’t get it, do you?” Silas said, stepping past his line of warriors, completely at ease. “They can’t obey you.” His smirk deepened, dark amusement flickering in his eyes. “Not anymore.”
Owen’s fists clenched at his sides. “What the hell did you do to them?”
Silas tilted his head, his gaze dancing between the three brothers like a predator savoring its hunt. “I simply… enlightened them,” he murmured. “Showed them who deserves their loyalty.”
Damian’s nostrils flared. “You poisoned their minds.”
Silas shrugged, unconcerned. “A matter of perspective.” He waved a lazy hand, motioning to the guards flanking him. “These men no longer follow you, Damian. They follow me.
