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~Damon's POV
"Oh, so you are threatening us?" Kael asked.
"Like I said, it's a promise and not a threat."
Rowan leaned back in his chair, not even trying to hide the smug look on his face. "Since you decided to act like you're not part of this family anymore, then let's fight like strangers then!"
Kael crossed his arms. "Exactly. You've been moving on your own for weeks, Damon. You're never around when we talk about the future of this pack."
"That's not true," I snapped, glaring at both of them. "I've been busy handling problems you two keep ignoring."
"Busy handling problems," Rowan scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Is that what you call it? Or do you mean busy decorating Lisa's room like she's the queen of this pack?"
I blinked, genuinely thrown off for a second. That was the last thing I expected to hear in this conversation. "What does Lisa's room have to do with this?" I asked slowly, narrowing my eyes.
