The silence that followed was almost unbearable.
Lucian's roar still seemed suspended in the air, vibrating between the hanging chandeliers and the glasses that clinked from inertia. The fire from the torches sparkled weakly, casting wavering shadows over the tense faces of everyone present. It was as if the hall itself held its breath, fearful of what was to come.
Damian stepped forward.
His mere presence was enough to break the fragile equilibrium of the room. He didn't need to raise his voice; the weight of his authority, the density of his contained fury felt like a blow to the chest of all who watched him. His eyes—normally radiating warmth with their blue tone—were now molten steel. Anger and disbelief intertwined within them, making even the strongest tremble.
The silence thickened when he spoke, his voice deep, firm, modulated with the control of an Alpha containing a volcano beneath his skin.
"All of you."
