Damien
The door slammed shut behind me with a resounding bang.
I barely noticed.
I was pacing, the conference room feeling too small, too suffocating, my thoughts a wildfire I couldn’t contain. My hands curled into fists at my sides, nails biting into my palms, the sharp sting the only thing keeping me grounded.
Ronan had stood his ground for a pack that wasn’t even his, while I—had been held back like some helpless child. I should have been the one standing up, calling out the cowardice. But my father’s hand had clamped down on my shoulder like an iron vice, his silent command forcing me to still.
The rage coiled tight inside my chest, venomous and hot.
I turned sharply, my voice cutting through the tense silence. "Where the hell did the legendary Darien Vanderwood go?"
The words h
