Damon’s POV
Something was wrong,, something had been wrong with me for the past couple of days but I ha managed to fool myself into thinking that it was getting better. But this was different, something was wrong with me, not in a way anyone else could see. Not in a way that would show in my stance or the way I carried myself. To everyone watching, I was still in control. Still strong. Still exactly what an Alpha should be.
But underneath that, there was a crack. I felt it during training first. A delay where there shouldn’t have been one. A moment of hesitation that didn’t belong to me. My body moved, but not as cleanly as it used to. Not as sharp. Not as precise.
It was small, too small for anyone else to notice. But I did, and that was enough. I stood in the training grounds long aft
