As Damien's low growl filled the room, I felt the knot in my stomach tighten. The mere mention of Jason's name was enough to spark rage in Damien, and I couldn't help but feel guilty. It was my indecision that had brought us to this point, and now it seemed that there was no way to avoid a confrontation.
Derreck shifted nervously, clearly reading the tension in the room. "Come on, man. I understand your reaction. I really do. But he says he won't stop coming after you two, after the pack, if you don't agree to talk to him. And we can't keep losing men like that, you know that."
What the hell?! They actually fought and died, even now!? All the blood drained from my face, and suddenly I felt nauseous.
I glanced at Damien, who was still fuming, and then back at Derreck. "What... What does
