Damon's POV
Everything going wrong—every death, every betrayal, every failure—comes back to one moment. One mistake. Emma.
If I’d just looked closer, if I’d thought with my head instead of my pride, I would’ve seen the truth. Darius killed Camila, not Emma. Emma had Camila’s blood on her hands, but I didn’t stop to ask why.
I didn’t investigate. I didn’t listen. I just condemned her and turned my back. And now, my pack is in ruins. Spies infiltrated us, alliances shattered, and Tim... Tim’s gone because of me.
I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms. The pain grounded me. It didn’t help.
A knock snapped me out of my daze.
“Come in,” I barked.
Alex entered, his steps deliberate, guiding Elder Matthew behind him. The old man shuffled in, his cloudy eyes staring at nothi
