Elena – POV
I found him exactly where I knew he'd be — in the Pack House's war room, hunched over a map, flanked by two lieutenants who stiffened the second they saw me barge in like a goddamn storm.
He didn't look up.
Just stood there, arms crossed, jaw clenched like he could sense me, smell me, feel the firestorm coming.
"Out," I said, voice sharper than a blade.
The two lieutenants exchanged nervous glances.
"I said out."
They didn't wait for him to nod. Just scrambled out of the room like their asses were on fire and I was the match.
When the heavy oak door slammed shut behind them, Damon finally turned — slow, calculated, like he was gearing up for a fight and enjoying every second of it.
His gaze locked on mine.
Dark. Intense. Unapologetic.
"You punched him," I said, voice deadly calm.
He didn't blink. "I did."
I took a step forward. "You threatened him."
"Mm."
"And humiliated him in front of his entire training unit."
