Damien’s POV
"Damien, step aside!"
The voice of Ezra Nightfall rang out in the dim light of our strategy room. I stood at the head of the long oak table, reviewing plans for our next move against Victor Ashford, when his words cut through the tension like a knife. Around me, pack members exchanged nervous glances. The air felt thick, charged with dissent.
I cleared my throat, trying to restore order. "Ezra, you know as well as anyone that we need a unified front. Now is not the time for rebellion."
Ezra’s eyes flashed with anger. "Unified front? Look at our ranks, Damien! The pack is tired of your decisions. We deserve a leader who listens, not one who dismisses warnings and keeps secrets."
A murmur of agreement spread among some of the younger wolves. I felt the sting of betrayal dee
