Chapter Sixty-Two: Tangled Fury

Chapter Sixty-Two: Tangled Fury

Damon POV:

The atmosphere in my study is charged, like the air before a storm, heavy with unsaid curses and the weight of our silent rage. Two days. Two goddamn fucking days since Phera vanished, and here we are, powerless, furious, and frayed at the edges.

Axel paces like a caged beast, his usual calm nowhere in sight.

"This is bullshit," he spits out, the words sharp, a raw edge to his usually controlled tone. "She's out there, and we're stuck in this damn loop of helplessness!"

Zane's at the window, staring into the distance, his quiet more unnerving than any string of curses. When he turns, the storm in his eyes is enough to make me tighten my grip on the chair.

"We’re not just sitting ducks," he growls, "We’ll tear this world apart brick by brick if we have to."

I can't sit still; the energy in the room is a living thing, feeding off our shared frustration.

"And as if Phera’s disappearance wasn’t enough," I add, slamming a fist down on the table,