~Lyra~
After breakfast the whole table slowly cleared out, but I was still buzzing like I had downed ten cups of coffee and swallowed all my dignity with them.
Damon didn’t say much after his sharp “no” to his mother, didn’t even look at Daren again, shoulders tense, jaw tight, his whole presence screaming don’t-push-me-right-now energy.
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By the time I caught up to him in the front hallway, he was already dressed like the Alpha that he was.
Dark clothes. Boots laced tight. Jacket pulled over those broad shoulders. He looked ready for war, ready to tear apart every inch of this land until he got the answers he wanted about the pack house, about the fire, about everything.
His guards were waiting outside, big and silent and armed, the kind of men who looked like they ate violence
