Chapter 55: What she doesn't see
Damon's POV
The pack was unraveling, and I could feel it in my bones.
I could see it with my own eyes and hear it with my own ears.
Whispers trailed through the halls like a sickness infecting every corner, moving from one person to another. From where I stood at a distance, I could see how restless the elders were. Their faces were taut with unease, and their voices were low but sharp. I had seen that kind of tension before.
Before a coup. Before a war.
But me? I stayed in the shadows, watching, observing, waiting. I was not sure what I was waiting for.
From my vantage point outside the council room, I could hear the muffled voices of my parents behind the closed doors.
But their muffled voices were clear enough for me to hear.
"She could be a thr
