DAMON’S POV
The packhouse had not been quiet for a single moment since dawn. Preparations for the celebration still filled the entire building. Servants rushed through the halls with armfuls of banners, guards rotated shifts twice as often, and the kitchens sounded like a battlefield of clanging metal and shouted orders. Exactly how it should be. Tonight mattered. Every Alpha of importance would be present. Elders would be watching. Alliances would be measured and remembered. And if everything went according to plan, the night would move me one step closer to the only position that truly mattered, which was to be the Alpha King.
I stood in my office reviewing the seating arrangements for the Great Hall when the door burst open. Not knocked. Not announced. Opened. Hard. My head snapped u
