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King Andras was watching the press conference when his son stormed in, blood dripping from his claws. When Damon entered, the conference was winding down, with Sinclair thanking the press for their support and apologizing again for their deception. He called for action against the Prince, stating that the fate of the united packs was at risk if the Alpha Council did not act. “You idiot.” He growled at his son, clicking off the television. “What the hell were you thinking?” “I took the wrong advice, but I’ve dealt with that now.” Damon answered snidely, “I got rid of that no-good b***h once and for all.” “That’s what you get for taking the advice of a woman.” The King groused. “And if that weren’t bad enough, your incompetence has just cost our family the crown!” “Me!” Damon exclaimed