Briar
I stared at the slip of paper in my hand, my mind reeling. Damian? Of all the people in this training camp, I had to draw Damian as my sparring partner? The moon goddess must be kidding me.
"Well?" Selena's shrill voice cut through my thoughts. "Who'd you get, Omega? Or can you not read?"
I gritted my teeth, resisting the urge to show her exactly how well I could read. Instead, I held up the paper, letting Damian's name speak for itself.
The clearing went silent. Then, whispers broke out like wildfire.
"Oh s**t," someone muttered. "She's dead meat."
"Ten bucks says she doesn't last five minutes," another voice chimed in.
Damian cleared his throat, silencing the chatter. "Right. Everyone pair up and spread out. Remember, this is about technique, not brute strength. I'll be com
