---- 4 Meanwhile, in the banquet hall, the guests had grown restless. They'd been waiting for over an hour, and whispers were starting to spread. "Where's the bride?" "This is highly unusual." "Should we leave?" "Is the ceremony still happening?" The elaborate decorations that had taken weeks to arrange now felt like mockery. The expensive flowers, the crystal chandeliers, the golden wolves that were supposed to celebrate our union-all of it was meaningless now. Damon's Beta guards had no choice but to start damage control. They moved through the crowd with forced smiles, apologizing to each guest individually. "We're terribly sorry for the delay," Marcus told the ---- Alpha King's representative. ''There's been an unexpected... complication." "The ceremony will need to be postponed," another guard explained to a group of visiting pack leaders. Their faces were full of embarrassment and barely contained panic as they tried to maintain pack dignity while their world crumbled around them. When the Beta guards finally returned after dismissing all the guests, they found Damon still standing frozen in the same spot, staring at his phone. But then, without warning, he suddenly moved. He walked with mechanical precision toward the center of the banquet hall, his movements eerily calm. The pack members watched nervously as he approached the main table where the most expensive decorations were displayed. Damon picked up an exquisite crystal vase that had cost more than most pack members' annual salaries. For a moment, he just held it, staring at its perfect ---- surface. Then he lifted it high above his head and smashed it against the marble floor with all his strength. The crash was deafening. Crystal fragments exploded across the floor like deadly stars, the sound echoing through the now-empty hall. But Damon wasn't done. He grabbed a heavy wooden chair, lifted it overhead, and hurled it forcefully at the wall. The impact left a deep gouge in the expensive paneling. The chair splintered into pieces. "Alpha!" Marcus called out in alarm. "What are you doing?" But Damon was beyond hearing. He moved through the banquet hall like a force of destruction, systematically destroying everything in his path. Priceless decorations became projectiles. Elegant tableware became shards. Expensive art became rubble.