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Demian’s POVThe growl surged again—this time louder, more insistent, like a deep, threatening warning. The tension electrified the air around us, sharpening my senses. Something wasn’t right.“Asher,” I snapped, my voice leaving no room for debate. “We didn’t send any invitations, so who the hell is that?”Asher, who had been observing the chaos with Freya, stood tall at my command. "No idea," he replied, amusement flickering in his eyes. "But we’ll find out soon enough."Freya’s presence beside me heightened my irritation. Despite my efforts to shield her from this world—the world I had created, the one I’d dragged her into—she was determined to be part of it. To understand it.I turned to her, my tone steady but firm. "Freya, you need to stay here," I instructed, my hand on her shoulder. "It’s not safe."She met my gaze, fire igniting in her eyes. "I’m not staying put, Demian. I refuse to be a fragile thing you can hide away when things get rough."I opened my mouth to counter her,

Asher povAs I stood outside Demian's chamber, a pit settled in my stomach. It wasn’t just the tension between him and Freya; that was predictable. The real issue was that something significant had shifted within Demian, and I was far from convinced it was heading in a good direction.A sudden crash echoed through the hall, followed by Freya's sharp, furious cry. My instincts kicked in, and I took a deliberate breath. It wasn’t my role to intervene between them unless absolutely necessary, but the escalating situation demanded action. I couldn't stand by while Demian struggled to manage this on his own.Before I could brace myself, something whizzed past me, narrowly missing my face. I ducked, muttering under my breath, and firmly grasped the door handle. "Demian!" I called out, swinging the door wide open just in time to witness Freya throw another object in rage. Her eyes were ablaze, her breathing frantic.The sound of glass shattering reverberated as a vase shattered against the w

Maya povI felt the fury building in my chest, my heart pounding against my ribcage. I fixed my gaze on Demian, fists clenched at my sides. What part of this didn’t he understand? I had made myself clear—I wasn’t going to stand idly by while he made this decision. No means no.The murmurs from the council buzzed around us like an irritating swarm of bees. They were watching, waiting, anticipating, and I despised it. I hated how they appeared eager for Demian to take control, and I loathed even more that he stood there, glaring at me as if I had violated some unspoken rule by challenging him.But I refused to back down. Not this time. Not when something so important was at stake.I struggled to breathe, the tension in the air thick and suffocating. I locked eyes with Demian, and I could sense the storm brewing inside him. He wrestled with his control, but I recognized that look—he was angry, no, furious. He didn’t like being challenged, especially not by me.The longer we remained like

Demian’s POVThe atmosphere in the pack house was tense. It wasn’t just the usual early morning quiet; something heavier hung in the air. I felt it settle in my chest, a reminder of the unsettling events from the past 24 hours.I stood in the kitchen doorway, watching Freya with her back to me as she cooked. The smell of warm bread and eggs filled the room. She had promised me breakfast—no distractions, just the two of us. I wasn’t sure if this was defiance or a sign that she wanted to connect.Freya had always kept her distance, even slipping once when she called me Maya, my younger sister’s name. It signaled her discomfort with our shared past."Freya," I broke the silence. "I need to check on something. I’ll be back soon."She stiffened slightly but turned with a soft smile. "Of course. Take your time."I sensed she was just humoring me, unsure of how to deal with me now, yet she didn’t push me away. Our complicated connection was still palpable.I left the kitchen and found Asher w

I sat in my office, papers scattered around me in a chaotic mess. The weight of the day pressed heavily on my eyelids, making them feel like bricks. I rubbed my face, attempting to shake off the fog of exhaustion that stubbornly lingered. Damien hadn’t come by yet, and I was growing impatient. It was past noon; he was my right hand, my rock, the one who kept everything in check. His absence was an itch I couldn’t ignore. Where the hell was he?My chair creaked as I shifted, the silence of the room only amplifying my frustration. I glanced at the clock on the wall yet again. Still no word. My fingers drummed absently on the desk, but it only fueled the irritation building in my chest. Was he upset with me? I couldn't dwell on it. A storm was brewing inside me as the minutes dragged on.Then, the door swung open, snapping me from my thoughts. Asher strode in, a leather package tucked under his arm. He flashed that grin of his—the one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. I didn’t return it.

Demian's patience was running out, his temper escalating with each tick of the clock. He could feel his jaw tightening as he paced more rapidly across the room. His eyes darted to Freya, absorbed in her laptop, seemingly unaffected by his rising agitation. The anger boiling within him churned, and he gripped the window frame tightly, knuckles turning white with his frustration.“You really don’t get it, do you?” he said, his voice low but loaded with tension.Freya didn’t lift her gaze. “Get what, Demian?”His eyes narrowed, lips pressing into a thin line of discontent. “You just let her waltz in here uninvited. Your sister, Maya, acting like it’s perfectly normal. How can you not see that’s... completely inappropriate?” His tone dripped with disbelief and irritation. “I don’t even know her, Freya. She’s not supposed to be here, and yet you’re treating it like it’s just another casual visit!”Finally, Freya looked up from her laptop, her expression cool and poised, her face a mask of