Elena's POV
The lock clicked from the outside. My father's footsteps went down the hall.
He had done his part. Now it was up to me.
Damian stood by the heavy door, tall and completely still in the dim candlelight. His dark jacket still smelled like smoke and pine from the border.
His jaw was tight, and his eyes stayed locked on the wood like he wanted to break it down with his bare hands.
“Your father is playing a dangerous game,” Damian said. His voice was low and cold.
I got up slowly from the bed, letting the thin black silk slip over my bare shoulders. I did not look down. I came from a strong family, and I was proud. I did not bow to any man, not even the Alpha.
“My father wants to save this pack,” I said softly, walking toward him with slow, steady steps. “And deep down, Dami
