My breath caught in my throat. The words cut deep—not just because they were about me, but because they struck at Damien's heart. I could see the conflict on his handsome face—the weight of expectations pressing down on him, the love he felt for me, and the duty he carried for the Moonlit Pack.
Damien's voice was barely more than a growl as he said, "Andra is the Moon Goddess' choice. And I will stand by her..."
Conrad shook his head, disappointment etched in every line of his face. "Then you'll be standing alone when the pack turns on you."
For a moment, silence fell over the room. It was so thick and suffocating that it was hard to breathe. I felt my heart tighten in my chest. I couldn't stay hidden anymore. I had to speak up. I had to show them I wasn't a bystander in this.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the room. All eyes turned to me, and I could feel the weight of their gazes.
