Damian closed the door with a sharp bang, the echo resonating like a warning throughout the small apartment. The air felt heavy, dense, as if the walls themselves contained the weight of secrets that couldn't be spoken. Eliza stood in the middle of the living room, trembling, her eyes wide open, reflecting images that still clung to her mind like claws. He couldn't blame her. The Shadow Brothers pack weren't just werewolves; they were living shadows, monsters that defied logic and human instinct. But what really made his blood boil wasn't Eliza's fear. It was Luciano.
"Damn bastard," Damian muttered through clenched teeth as he threw his keys onto the counter with a metallic clatter. His jaw was so tense he felt the pain radiating down to his sides. All of this had Lucian's unmistakable signature, that master of shadows who always found a way to entangle others in his web of chaos and destruction.
