Damian's P.O.V.
My body screamed in protest as I lay on the ground, the weight of Silas's last blow pressing down on me.
The crowd roared with approval, their eyes glued to Silas as he stood over me, a wolfish grin splitting his face.
He was savoring the moment, enjoying every second of seeing me on my back.
But I wasn’t done. Not by a long shot.
The pain was excruciating, but it wasn’t enough to stop me. I could feel the primal energy boiling in my blood, pushing me beyond the limits of my human form. My wolf was clawing at me, demanding to break free, to claim what was mine. I wasn’t just fighting for the throne—this was personal. Silas had crossed a line, and now he was going to pay.
I locked eyes with Kiera in the crowd, her face pale, her grip tightening around our son. The wo
