DAMIEN
A slow shake of my head says everything. This union moving forward? I can hardly believe it. The Silver Moon Pack has always acted like they own every room they walk into. After a few ugly calls and quiet threats, it still surprises me that I am even standing here.
I rise from my chair and pull my leather jacket closed, gripping the lapels to steady myself.
“First,” I say, calm but firm, “Sky and I love each other. She is the heir to her throne, and I am the heir to mine as the future alpha of the Shadow Fang Pack. That part is not up for debate. What may upset some of you is this. Lamen is dead because he tried to have Sky killed over her powers.”
“You’re lying,” Aria shouts, slamming her palm on the table. The room erupts in whispers. “She’s always been after Lamen.”
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