Betty's POV. 

Before the tension fully settled, Lord Ravenswood stepped forward again, brushing a hand over his cloak as if everything that had just happened was nothing more than a mild inconvenience.

Damien stood rigid beside me, the remnants of his aura still simmering around him, making the air feel charged.

Ravenswood’s eyes slid to me, cold and sharp, before turning back to Damien.

“Well, Alpha,” he said, voice dripping with smug satisfaction, “I hope you understand the ...