Vespera’s POV
By breakfast, the entire packhouse had heard about the shaking walls, the strange lights in the archive corridor, and the fact that Damon Blackthorne had spent half the night guarding my bedroom.
Naturally, nobody had the courage to ask me about it directly.
They preferred whispering whenever I walked past, which was particularly irritating when I could hear every word.
“Do you think she's responsible for what happened?” Someone asked.
“I heard the Alpha's veins turned black again.” Another one said.
“My brother said the archive door moved by itself.” Another one said.
I stopped outside the dining room and looked directly at the three warriors huddled near the entrance.
“Anything else you'd like to discuss while I'm standing here, or should I leave so you can make up
