Chapter 74: The Tension

The atmosphere was thick with tension, a palpable weight that settled over the remnants of our camp like a storm cloud waiting to burst.

The newfound alliance, once a flicker of hope in our darkest hour, had soured, the bitter taste of betrayal tainting every interaction.

I couldn’t shake the image of Damon lying still, couldn’t forget the cold look in the woman’s eyes as she delivered that devastating blow.

I paced in front of the council tent, my thoughts churning. The battle was still raging beyond the trees, but inside this circle of allies, a different kind of war was brewing—one that could unravel everything we’d fought for.

“What’s our next move, Sera?” Damon asked, his voice strained. He’d insisted on joining the strategy meeting, despite the pain etched on his face from his injuries.

His resilience was admirable, but I couldn’t ignore the anger simmering beneath his calm exterior.

“I don’t trust them,” I said bluntly, glancing at the so-called allies gathered around the ma