Damon POVThe longhouse reeked of smoke, old pine, and politics.I shoved the door open hard enough to rattle the hinges and stalked inside, pretending the pulse in my throat wasn’t still synced to hers.The council was already gathered - a mix of rogues, warriors, and former pack wolves too stubborn to die and too loyal to leave. Kael leaned back in her chair, boots on the table, spinning a knife between her fingers. Riven sat stiffly, arms crossed, eyes calculating. Maela didn’t even bother to hide her frown when she saw me. And Maddox -Maddox was drunk.Again.He slouched in his chair with a grin too wide, a tankard in one hand and a fresh gash across his cheek that hadn’t been there yesterday. His eyes gleamed with something feral - not madness, exactly. Just too much of everything, too loud, too bright, too close to unraveling.“Well, look who decided to grace us,” he drawled, slamming the tankard down. “Back from brooding in the trees, Alpha?”“Not your Alpha,” I snapped.“Sure.
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