Liam’s POV
I stood before Damian, my heart pounding in my chest, my body covered in the dirt and blood of the rogue wolves I had just slain.
The room was tense, charged with anger and disappointment. I had gone against his orders, against the very principles he believed in, and now I had to face the consequences.
Damian's eyes bore into mine, his expression a mix of fury and frustration. His grip tightened on the edge of his desk, the wood splintering beneath his fingers. I could feel the weight of his disappointment settling upon me like an oppressive fog.
“And you’re telling me you took care of a few rogues along the way or you killed them?” He asked for the hundredth time as I rolled my eyes.
“Damian, the rogues attacked, I did the same.”
“You couldn’t subdue them without killing
