_Logan's POV_
I stared at Damon, the name sounding foreign to my ears, but the reality of the situation was far too real. He stood in front of me, the moonlight casting shadows across his face. His confidence, the way he looked at me with that smug expression, made my blood boil.
"Prove it," I said, my voice low but firm. "If you’re really my brother, prove it."
Damon raised an eyebrow, his smile fading slightly. He didn’t say a word at first. Instead, he reached for the collar of his shirt and pulled it down to reveal a chain around his neck. He unclasped it and tossed it toward me.
The small metal locket landed in my hand, its weight familiar. My stomach twisted as I recognized it. It looked just like the one my mother had given me before she died. My fingers trembled as I opened the
