Danielle's POV
The night unfolded before me like a tapestry of shadows, each step guided by a sense of purpose I couldn't ignore. Damian's words still echoed in the recesses of my mind, a symphony of emotions that fell on deaf ears. He had opened up, bared his hybrid soul, but my own humanity remained locked away, indifferent to his revelations.
Dinner with the other hybrids was a theatrical display of power, each recounting their feats as if auditioning for some supernatural talent show. I played my part, smiling when expected, nodding in all the right places. Damian watched, pride flickering in his eyes, as if I were meant to share in the collective glory of his hybrid progeny.
As the night wore on, I excused myself from the gathering, leaving behind the spectacle of supernatural cama
