Lana’s POV
I stood there for a heartbeat, watching until Tia’s shrill voice faded into the distance and their silhouettes disappeared through the glass doors. A small, quiet satisfaction hummed through me. The kind that comes when justice has already been served by silence and presence alone.
Then I felt him behind me, his shadow folding over mine, calm yet heavy with command.
“Did they bully you?” Damon’s voice came, low and even, but the edge underneath was unmistakable.
I turned halfway, catching the hard line of his jaw, the faint gleam of restrained fury still burning in his eyes. “I’m fine,” I said softly, brushing my hair back. “But you…what were you thinking, pulling a gun in public? In another pack’s territory? You know well that violates the Werewolves’ Covenant, which is a
