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~Damon's POV
The morning light was sharp when it slipped through the narrow gap in my curtains, cutting across my face. I groaned, rolling over and pulling the blanket tighter around me. I'd chosen to sleep in my room last night instead of the shared family quarters. I wasn't in the mood to deal with my brothers, not their questions, not their snide comments, and not another round of pointless arguments.
I stared at the ceiling for a while, listening to the faint sounds of the pack house waking up, footsteps in the hall, doors closing, the faint clink of dishes from the kitchen. My chest felt heavy. I didn't even want to go to the council meeting today, but skipping it would only give Kael and Rowan more room to run their mouths.
After a few minutes of dragging myself through my morning routine, I headed to the council chamber.
