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~Damon's POV
I returned from the torture room. The corridors of the palace were silent, too silent. The moonlight poured in through the tall windows, cutting pale silver lines across the floor as I walked back toward Kael and Rowan's room.
When I pushed the door open, both my brothers were there, sitting quietly. No one said anything. Kael was staring into the fire, lost in thought, while Rowan had his arms crossed, his face tight with exhaustion. The air between us was heavy, like we were all carrying something we couldn't drop.
I slumped into the chair near the table, exhaling sharply. For a long time, the only sound in the room was the fire crackling. Then, suddenly, the door creaked open.
A guard stepped in, bowing quickly. "Your Majesties," he said breathlessly. "Alpha Lorne from Rivermoon Pack is here to see you. He says it's about Lady Lisa."
