Chapter 23
Apr 17, 2025
Damien stormed through the Crescent Moon Pack’s gates, his fury radiating off him like a storm about to break. His pack members stepped aside as he passed, sensing the dangerous energy rolling off their Alpha. His fists were clenched, his teeth gritted, and his mind raced with Felicia’s words.
“Says the man who replaced me so easily a few years ago? No, thank you.”
Her voice echoed in his head, sharper than any blade. How dare she? How dare she push him away as if he had no right to be concerned for her and their sons? As if Lucien—a man who had conveniently swooped in—was her protector now?
Damien growled under his breath, his nails digging into his palms as he made his way toward the clairvoyant’s chamber.
The seer, a woman with long silver hair and piercing gray eyes, sat cross-legged in the dimly lit room, her fingers tracing invisible patterns in the air. The scent of burning herbs filled the space, creating a heavy, mystical atmosphere.
She didn’t look up as Damien entered, but a knowing smile tugged at her lips. “I felt your presence long before you arrived,” she murmured, her voice both haunting and calm.
Damien didn’t waste time. “Tell me about the rogue attack on Moonveil Pack,” he demanded, his voice rough. “Who sent them?”
The seer’s eyes flickered open, the silver hue swirling like a storm. She tilted her head, considering him carefully. “Ah,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. “You come not just seeking truth, but vengeance.”
Damien’s patience was razor-thin. “Enough riddles. Tell me what I need to know.”
The seer’s lips curved, amused by his desperation, but she did as he asked. Her eyes fluttered closed, and the flames from the candles around her flickered as if touched by an unseen force. The air grew colder, the shadows in the room stretching unnaturally.
Damien stood still, watching as the seer’s breathing slowed, as if she had drifted somewhere beyond this plane of existence.
A long silence passed before she finally spoke.
“The one behind the attack…” she whispered, her voice distant, as though she were speaking from another realm. “Is someone you deeply hate.”
Damien’s body stiffened, his heart pounding. He took a sharp breath, his mind racing through the possibilities.
And then it clicked.
His entire body seethed with rage, his nails sharpening into claws for a brief moment before he forced them to retract. “It must be Lucien,” he growled, his voice low and venomous.
The seer did not respond, only watching him with knowing eyes.
“It makes sense,” Damien hissed, his fists trembling. “He acts like a savior—like he’s protecting Felicia and the boys. But what if he orchestrated all of this? What if he sent the rogues to kill Orion, to weaken Moonveil Pack, so that Felicia would have no choice but to go to him?”
The more Damien spoke, the clearer it became in his mind. Lucien was cunning, manipulative. He had swooped in too easily, had given Felicia a “safe place” the moment her world collapsed. What if he was the one who had made her world collapse?
His breathing was heavy, his mind clouded with fury. He had let Felicia walk into a trap.
The seer’s expression remained unreadable. “Now that you believe you know the truth,” she murmured, “what will you do with it?”
Damien’s jaw tightened. “Felicia needs to hear this,” he growled.
