DAMIEN’S POV
I had followed Lucas's directions to his house, each step filled with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. The weight of what I had done to Lena bore heavily on my shoulders. My heart pounded as I entered the luxurious palace of the Fire Blaze Pack. I could sense her presence, a faint but unmistakable connection that seemed to tug at my very soul.
As I was led to the guest hall by a servant, I couldn't help but take a moment to collect my thoughts. The opulent surroundings of the hall stood in stark contrast to the grim prison I had constructed for Lena. It was a jarring reminder of the stark disparities in our lives. I was acutely aware of the need to be extremely cautious in my approach; any misstep could potentially alienate Lena even further.
Panic surged through
