The guard stood at the door, his breathing heavy as he knocked urgently. When the door swung open, Damian's towering figure filled the doorway, his presence alone enough to make the guard swallow hard.
"We've brought the man, Lycan," the guard reported quickly.
Damian's eyes darkened, his entire demeanor shifting from that of a concerned husband to a ruthless ruler. Without another word, he stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him. As he descended the grand staircase, his pupils shifted, the golden hue of his wolf replacing the black, a clear indication that his rage was barely contained.
The entire palace was silent, as if the very walls held their breath in anticipation of what was about to happen. Servants and guards stepped aside, heads lowered in submission as Damian strode toward the main hall, where Beta Lorcan stood with his arms crossed.