Third Person's POV Zayne pushed himself up from the leather couch, leaving his half-finished coffee on the table as his uncle entered the room. He cleared his throat, offering a respectful nod."Grandfather didn't come," Zayne began, trying to sound casual. "He felt it was better for him to stay behind and manage the pack.""Hmm. Did you bring them here?" Damon asked, completely bypassing the excuse. He walked over to the center couch and sat down, his movements deliberate and heavy with authority.Zayne’s attention briefly drifted, his eyes tracking toward the kitchen where Reina had just vanished."Yes, Uncle. They're are in a secured vehicle," Zayne replied, finally snapping his gaze back to meet Damon’s. He could tell by the coldness in his uncle's eyes that his distraction hadn't gone unnoticed. Wanting to shift the focus, Zayne pressed on. "But what exactly happened here? I asked Oliver for details, but he refuses to speak to me."Damon leaned back. "You insulted Oliver, if you
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