D'Argon's voice boomed through the pack house like thunder rolling across the mountains.

“Damon! Come out and be a man!”

His rage was unmistakable — the kind that burned through walls and shattered peace. Aria stood in the middle of the living room, trying her best to calm the storm. Her voice was soft but firm, her hand placed gently on D'Argon's chest.

“Alpha, please… just give him a moment,” she said. But D'Argon wasn’t listening.

Lucien stormed in just then, his eyes scanning the room. “Father!” he barked, marching over. “What’s going on now?”

“Your beta,” D'Argon snarled. “Is hiding when he should be facing the consequences of his...