Damon P.O.V
The great hall was a theatre of power.
Alphas from every corner of the region filled the room, each seated on chairs as ornate and imposing as their egos. The walls were draped in dark blue velvet, bearing the crest of the Blue Heart Pack—a snarling wolf over a blood-red moon. The air reeked of authority, masked dominance, and something else too.
Danger.
I could feel it beneath my skin like static.
Talia stood beside me, her posture straight, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. But I noticed the subtle tremble in her fingers. She was trying so hard to seem unfazed, yet the bond between us betrayed her.
I could feel her fear. And worse—I could feel her confusion.
It was a mirror to mine.
Alpha Raymond stepped forward, his voice echoing around the hall like an oily
