(Elara's POV)Damon’s eyes glinted with a twisted kind of satisfaction. His posture was loose, casual, like he had all the time in the world to crush me, piece by piece."You want to challenge me, Rivers?" His tone was low, mocking.Caleb stepped in front of me, his broad shoulders stiff, trembling slightly from the effort it took to keep his wolf in check. His voice came out measured, but I knew the fury simmered just beneath the surface. "She’s not going anywhere. You’ve pushed her enough."Damon laughed, the sound biting. His wolf surged, filling the room with an oppressive force. I could feel Emily, my wolf, whimpering inside me, curling further into herself. My legs felt like lead beneath me; my breath hitched as the air thickened."Pushed her? Pushed her?" Damon repeated, his voice rising, mocking Caleb’s words. His claws extended briefly as if to remind us both of who held the upper hand."You have no idea what she’s done. She deserves every second of this," he hissed, his
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