At Damon's throne hall
At the very centre of the hall, Hermione was kneeling, chained to the ground.
Her wrists were bound with thick, dark iron that carried faint markings of control, the kind that suppressed strength and reminded anyone wearing them that resistance was pointless. Her head was lowered tiredly.
Then the doors opened and every wolf present turned. Damon entered with a cold expression, terrifying in a way that didn't need shouting or movement to prove itself. Authority always followed him like a shadow.
Behind him, CeCe walked in with interest, that was one of the reasons why she stayed. Damon had promised her he would deal with Hermione and she wanted to witness it.
And for the first time since she stepped into his territory, she didn't feel like an outsider. She felt like something else.....like a queen....
The moment Damon stepped forward, the wolves lowered their heads in respect.
