DAMIEN'S REQUEST

The sun had barely risen when Damien made his way to his mother’s quarters. After the confrontation the day before, he’d spent most of the night deep in thought. Elena's pain, her uncertainty, and the way she had been treated weighed heavily on him. He knew he needed to set things right, not only for her but for the pack as well. And he knew exactly where to start.

He knocked softly on the heavy oak door, hearing the gentle rustle of movement inside before his mother answered. The door swung open to reveal her, looking composed as always, though there was a slight tension in her face no doubt lingering from the conflict of the past few days.

“Son,” she greeted, her tone cautious but warm.

“Come in.”

He stepped inside, his presence filling the room. He could feel her watching him carefully, sensing that this was no ordinary visit.

Without wasting time, he sat across from her in the sitting room, his expression steady but firm. “We need to talk,” he said, keeping his tone calm, though