POV: Damon
Damon found his brother in the training yard behind the estate, moving through combat forms with the kind of focused intensity that ant he was working sothing out in his head.
The sun was climbing toward midday, and the yard was empty except for Damian. Everyone else had the good sense to give the Alphas space after last night.
Damon leaned against the fence and watched his eldest brother drive a brutal combination into the training dummy....jab, cross, hook, uppercut....each strike landing with enough force to make the dummy shudder on its chains.
"You’re going to break that thing," Damon observed mildly.
Damian didn’t pause. "Then we’ll get another one."
"Or you could just tell what’s eating at you."
This ti Damian did stop. He stepped back from the dummy, breathing hard, sweat gleaming on his bare shoulders. His eyes when they t Damon’s were sharp. Considering.
"Callum," Damian said finally.
Damon straightened. He’d known this conversation was coming. Had been waiting for it, actually, ever since the reform passed and the imdiate crisis lifted enough for them to deal with the quieter, more complicated problems they’d been shelving.
"I thought we have talked about him?" Damon asked.
Damian grabbed a towel from the fence and dragged it across his face. "He cooperated. Testified. Gave us everything we needed for the hearing. Vessa confird his daughter was leverage, that Malachai’s people had her location, had threatened her directly."
"All true," Damon agreed.
"And he’s been staying in the guest quarters for two weeks now, cooperating with every single request we’ve made, answering every question, submitting to every security protocol without complaint."
"Also true."
Damian tossed the towel aside. "So what the fuck do we do with him?"
There it was. The question neither of them had wanted to ask while everything else was on fire. Callum had been Damian’s second for over a decade before the betrayal. Had been pack. Had been trusted. And then he’d handed pack security information to Malachai’s network, had helped coordinate the attack that nearly killed Eve, had betrayed everything the Blackwood pack stood for.
But he’d done it because his seven-year-old daughter’s life had been threatened. Because Malachai’s people had found the one pressure point that would make a good man break.
The law was clear. Betrayal of pack carried permanent exile at minimum, execution at maximum. The circumstances didn’t technically matter.
But Damon had never been very good at following laws that didn’t account for the ssiness of real life.
"I think," Damon said carefully, "that we need to figure out what we actually want here. Not what the law says. Not what tradition demands. What we want."
Damian’s jaw worked. "I want my second back. I want the man who stood at my right hand for twelve years and never once gave reason to doubt him. I want the person Rosie deserves to have as a father."
"But?" Damon prompted, because there was clearly a but coming.
"But I also can’t ignore what he did. Can’t pretend it didn’t happen. Can’t just....." Damian made a frustrated gesture. "The pack needs to see consequences. Needs to know that betrayal isn’t sothing we forgive lightly just because the circumstances were complicated."
Damon nodded slowly. "So we give them consequences. Real ones. But we also give Callum a path back. Not to where he was, that’s gone and we all know it. But to sothing. To a life that includes his daughter and his pack and a future that isn’t just permanent exile."
"You’re talking about formal probation."
"I’m talking about rebuilding trust the way it should be rebuilt. Slowly. With conditions. With oversight." Damon pushed off the fence and moved closer to his brother. "Callum fucked up. He knows it. But he fucked up because soone threatened his kid, and if we’re being honest, any one of us might have made the sa choice in his position."
Damian’s expression flickered. "You really believe that?"
"I know that." Damon thought about Eve, about the mate bond that had beco the center of his entire existence, about the lengths he would go to if soone threatened her. "I know exactly what I’d do if soone had leverage like that over . And it wouldn’t be pretty, and it wouldn’t be legal, and I wouldn’t regret a single second of it."
Damian was quiet for a long mont. Then: "So what do you suggest?"
"I suggest we bring him in. Both of us. We lay out exactly what the path forward looks like....the conditions, the restrictions, the consequences if he steps out of line even once. We make it clear that this isn’t forgiveness. It’s a chance to earn his way back to sothing resembling normal. And then we let him choose."
"And if he chooses not to accept the terms?"
Damon t his brother’s eyes steadily. "Then we exile him with enough resources to start over sowhere safe. We make sure Rosie is taken care of. And we let him go."
Damian absorbed that. Nodded once. "Okay. Let’s do it."
***
They found Callum in the estate library, reading to Rosie.
The sight of it hit Damon harder than he’d expected. Rosie was curled up in her father’s lap, her fox backpack sitting on the floor beside them, her dark curls spilling over Callum’s arm as she pointed at sothing in the picture book. Callum’s voice was soft and patient as he read, doing different voices for the characters, making his daughter giggle.
It was painfully, achingly normal.
Damon glanced at Damian and saw his own reaction mirrored in his brother’s face. This was what they were trying to salvage. Not just Callum’s future. This.
Callum looked up as they entered. His entire body went tense, but his arms tightened protectively around Rosie rather than putting her down.
"Alpha," he said quietly. Then, to Damian: "Alpha."
Rosie twisted to look at them, her eyes going wide. "Are you the also kings?" she asked with a seven-year-old’s blunt curiosity. "Daddy says you’re not just alphas that you are also kings."
Despite everything, Damon felt his mouth curve. "Sothing like that."
"Do you have crowns?"
"Not on us," Damian said. His voice was gentler than usual. "But we do have a very important job. We take care of the pack. Make sure everyone is safe."
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