Chapter 126

Damian's POV

3 Days to The Ancient Rites.

The air in the dining hall was heavy as Lucas and I stepped out with the guards. Murmurs echoed behind us. Kieran had made it clear this wasn’t about curses or omens—someone was responsible. I intended to find out who.

How can the people of Darkmoon be so blind, or do they just choose to know the truth and refuse to say it? They seem afraid to confront the possibility of betrayal within the pack. The accusations against Sienna were too much, even when it was so obvious that the lady died after eating the food, which only means one thing: the food was poisoned.

I glanced at Lucas, who was walking beside me, his jaw clenched, his eyes burning with the same intensity.

“It’ll end like it always does,” he muttered. “Empty. Like with Vera.”