DAMON’S POV
Lately I had been fighting more and more battles with the other contending alphas. And although I was winning these battles, I felt like each victory took something from me, I felt like winning cost me a lot more that it should have but I couldn’t let it get to me or stop me.
Victory should have felt different, the arena had cleared hours ago, the echoes of the trial still lingering in the air, but the result was undeniable. I had won. Clean. Decisive. Exactly the way it needed to be. The elders had seen it. Nyra’s father had seen it. And more importantly— The other Alphas had seen it, I was closer now than I had ever been.
One step away from everything I had worked toward, one step closer to what I knew I was destined for. So why did it feel like something was off? The hall
