DEMIEN'S POV:
My heart, still pounding with the rush of battle, simmered with a fury that threatened to consume me whole.
“Take her out,” I shouted, my voice a whip cracking. My words were sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade. My guards, loyal and relentless, moved with swift precision. They knew better than to hesitate when I gave an order, especially now, when our pack’s very survival hung by a thread.
Elara and these rogues, who had dared to challenge my authority, who had brought destruction to my doorstep, were dragged forward. Her once-proud face was twisted with defiance, but there was a flicker of fear in her eyes. A flicker that only served to fuel my rage.
“Lock them all inside the inner prison and make sure they don’t see the sky again.” I commanded, my voice cold
