Chapter 51 - eyes
51
~Damon’s POV
The hall had gone quiet after Belinda’s father spoke. You could almost hear the tension dripping from the ceiling, thick and sharp, as if it were cutting into the air. We sat there, not saying anything at first, just watching him.
"The Luna role remains empty," he said, glancing around like he was testing the room. "It’s tradition, as you know, that Luna comes from the Beta’s bloodline. My family has always produced women fit to rule beside the alphas. Women who understand our customs. Our strength. Our laws."
He paused, standing a little taller.
"And with due respect, my daughter is ready. The pack awaits a Luna. And I believe it is time the seat is filled. Properly."
There was a long silence after he finished. Everyone else seemed to be holding their breath.
I cleared my throat and stepped forward, slowly. "We hear you," I said calmly, though every muscle in my body was tight. "And we respect your loyalty to tradition."
Kael stayed silent, his face unreadable, but I knew that face too well. I’d seen it in battle, in silence before storms, and behind closed doors when his fury was buried under layers of cold calculation. That kind of stillness was never peace; it was a warning. A quiet build-up of pressure waiting to strike.
Ramon didn’t even look up. His fingers tapped slowly against the wood of the table, his gaze fixed on some spot in the distance, like none of this concerned him. Like he’d already decided I should handle the conversation, and whatever outcome followed would be mine to clean up or enforce.