Damon's POV
The moment I stepped into Obsidian Group Tower, the atmosphere shifted. Conversations hushed, footsteps quickened. Heads dipped in deference, but I still felt their eyes on me, cautious and curious.
They’d all heard.
Word had spread fast, Lana, standing before a crowd, fierce and unflinching, declaring me her ally. My name on her lips, proud and defiant. The clip had gone viral within minutes, flooding pack networks and human feeds alike.
And I hadn’t stopped watching it.
By the time I reached my office, I had already played the footage three times on my phone. Once seated at my desk, I pulled it up again, letting the scene replay on the wide monitor fixed into the wall.
There she was, Lana, chin high, eyes blazing like a queen defending her throne. “I’ve allied with Alp
