SOULS

Damien paced back and forth in his dimly lit room, the shadows from the flickering candlelight dancing along the walls. The weight of the recent confrontation with Alaric pressed heavily on his shoulders, each step echoing the turmoil in his mind. He clenched his fists, his thoughts racing with the implications of Alaric’s words and the threat they posed to his family.

Should I really consider Alaric’s offer? The question replayed in his mind like a haunting melody. Could he truly trust the Alpha of the Dawn Falls pack? Their history was fraught with tension, and Damien had always viewed Alaric as an opportunist, a wolf whose ambition often overshadowed any semblance of loyalty or friendship. But now, with Elena’s safety at stake and whispers of her lineage circulating among the pack, the stakes were impossibly high.

He ran a hand through his hair, feeling the heat of frustration wash over him. I can’t let my guard down. I won’t risk Elena’s safety for anything. The image of her face,