Damien POV:
After a long night of wrestling with my thoughts, I finally made the decision to align with Lazarus. It wasn't a choice I took lightly, but the stakes were too high. If Valkar succeeded in overthrowing Lazarus, the consequences for the werewolf community would be dire. We would be caught in the crossfire of a vampire war, and I refused to let my pack suffer because of a power struggle that wasn't ours.
I gathered my warriors in the training area the following morning. The sun had just risen, casting a golden hue over the grounds. The air was thick with tension as they noticed my grim expression. I could feel their curiosity buzzing like electricity. They sensed that something was amiss.
"Listen up!" I barked, my voice steady but commanding. "We have a situation on our hands, and it's critical that you understand the gravity of what we're about to face."
