Damien’s POV
“I’m not going,” I said. “Why would I even bother? Those assholes were more than happy to stand around and watch me get my head lobbed off. Now they want me to attend their party? No way.”
Victoria pouted a little, as did my mother. From Victoria, I expected it. From my mother, the weight of her disapproval weighed heavier on me. But after my near execution, I would have hoped for a bit more understanding.
Not with my family, it seemed. Though my mother likely could still be mad about my decision to exile Claire. Many of my pack were struggling with that decision.
“We go every year,” Victoria said. “We can’t just miss it.”
“Then you go,” I said. “You don’t need me there weighing it all down.”
“It would be good for you to put in an appearance,” my mother said.
“They saw
