DAMON’S POV
The weakness didn’t come all at once it crept in, it was quite subtle and easy to ignore. If I hadn't had so much to do and so many activities that required me to be physically active I probably would have passed it of as something else. It came slowly, as a delayed reaction during training and sometimes me forgetting what I was supposed to do. Then it would be a strike that landed a second too slow or a moment where my focus slipped just enough for it to matter and for everyone else to notice.
That wasn’t who I was, that wasn’t how I fought and it certainly wasn’t what I was known for in my pack. It wasn’t something I wanted anyone to see, not when there was so much at stake and when I had so much to accomplish.
And yet, it kept happening. I stood in the center of the train
