Damien.
Last night was utterly hectic, and as a result, my back aches like mad today. Every muscle in my body feels completely worn down, screaming in protest from the intense strain and late-night exertions we were forced to endure.
Davian had come back into our room looking so furious, his face drawn in a harsh, stormy scowl as he related everything that had transpired to us.
He filled us in on every sharp turn of events, laying out the sudden, dangerous shift in the playing field. Listening to him, it hit me that, honestly, we were lucky that Noah didn't end up marrying her back then—otherwise, our current mess would be a thousand times worse. But now, the Lycan prince was firmly in the picture, threatening to claim her for himself.
I definitely cannot let her marry him. I won't allow that arrogant monster to take what belongs to us.
