Chapter 49: Damon’s POV
The moment my finger, stained with sacred wolf blood, touched the mark on Ciara’s forehead right over Daryl’s claim, the entire Pack gasped. But I didn’t care. I took a second to admire what I’d done.
My mark looked better on her. More right. More mine.
I slowly looked around, taking in the stunned faces. Eyes were wide and jaws slack. Across the platform, Inaya’s earlier smile had vanished.
She looked hurt and betrayed. Seraphina stood still with arms folded. Her expression was blank and hard to read.
Then my father, King Donovan, shot up from his throne. My mother stayed seated, frowning in disapproval. The tension in the air was palpable.
"What is the meaning of this?" he demanded, eyes darting between Ciara and me. “What in the Moon Goddess' name are you d
