*Damon's POV*
Just when I thought the storm within the pack couldn't get worse, the past came crashing back.
Kieran, my loyal beta, burst into our hidden camp, bloodied and battered. His breath was ragged, eyes wide with fear.
"Alpha… your father—he's back. He attacked the pack you left behind," Kieran gasped, clutching his wounded side. "We barely escaped."
My heart dropped. My father—the man I hoped was gone for good—had returned with a vengeance, tearing through the pack like a wild beast.
Rage and helplessness mixed inside me. I had left my family vulnerable. Now, everything was at stake.
"We need to move. Prepare to fight," I growled, the weight of leadership heavier than ever.
The camp fell silent, but I noticed the hardened gazes of the hidden pack members. They whispered among themselves, exchanging looks I hadn't seen before.
Later, I gathered them around the fire.
"My father," I began, "he's back… and he's bringing war to my old pack."
One of the warriors, a tall, scarred man named Rafe, stepped forward. His eyes were fierce but respectful.
"We've fought him before," Rafe said quietly. "He's the reason our pack was shattered years ago. We have every reason to join you, Damon."
Murmurs of agreement followed.
Nyla, standing close, looked at me with fierce determination.
"This fight isn't just yours," she said. "It's ours."
The hidden pack pledged their loyalty, fueled by old grudges and a desire for justice.
Together, we would face the darkness rising—united, stronger, and ready to reclaim what was ours.
To be continued ...