Chapter 7: The Reckoning

The day following the harrowing events of the previous night was a blur of anxious anticipation and strained quiet. The Brannon estate bustled with activity, but the atmosphere was thick with an undercurrent of tension. The aftermath of the attack had left everyone on edge, and the estate was abuzz with whispers and speculation. I had hoped to avoid the inevitable interrogation, but as the day dragged on, it became clear that my efforts would be in vain. My morning was spent in a frenzied attempt to appear as normal as possible while my mind swirled with the previous night’s chaos. The image of Damien, gravely wounded, haunted my thoughts. Despite my best attempts to focus on my duties, the constant fear of what lay ahead loomed over me. Each glance at the pack members, each rustle of footsteps, only heightened my anxiety. By the afternoon, the tension had reached its peak. Rumors of the attack had spread throughout the estate, and the once-muted conversations had turned into fearful