Damon’s POV
It started with a ring. Sharp, abrupt, and annoyingly persistent. I groaned, rolling over to swat at my phone on the nightstand. The light from the screen was blinding against the mid-day gloom in my room. Mayor? The name flashing across the screen wasn’t one I’d expected to see.
My thumb hovered over the accept button for a second before I tapped it. “Mayor Larry,” I greeted, my voice thick from sleep.
“Alpha,” his gravelly voice came through, low but urgent. “We need to talk. It’s about your brother.”
Alaric. Of course, it was always about him. My jaw clenched, a familiar irritation bubbling to the surface. “What has he done now?”
“I’d rather discuss this in person,” Larry replied, curt as ever. “Can you meet me today? Say in two hours time at the council chambers?”
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