Damien's POV:
The next morning, I was interrupted by one of Lazarus' messengers. He came dressed in the traditional vampire attire—dark, sleek, and carrying the subtle scent of decay masked by expensive cologne. His eyes gleamed with the same eerie glow that all of Lazarus' people seemed to possess. He —a tall, gaunt vampire with skin pale as moonlight and eyes that gleamed with eerie sharpness. His appearance alone put the pack on edge, and I could feel the tension in the air as soon as he entered the pack house. My warriors watched him closely, their instincts on high alert.
He approached me with a formal bow, his voice smooth but laced with an undertone of urgency. "Alpha Damien, I come bearing a message from Lord Lazarus. A woman named Leah is stirring chaos underground. She's been spreading rumors about your mate, Leslie, and your child. However, it seems she doesn't yet know that Leslie gave birth to twins."