DAMON’S POV

That fool.

No, those fools.

Those two imbeciles—Gideon and Elara— played games they weren’t quite equipped to win. I leaned back on the black obsidian throne carved for me by my ancestors, the room filled with shadow and blood-red light cast by torches lining the walls. My wolf stirred restlessly in my mind, as agitated as I was, though for different reasons.

‘Gideon was nothing but a pawn,’ my wolf snarled, his voice resounding in my head. ‘Elara, on the other ...