The sun had not yet risen, but ShadowFang Pack was already fully awake.
The moment the first hint of dawn brushed the sky, the entire pack began buzzing with sharp, disciplined activity. Warriors jogged in formation. Council members hurried to their designated posts. Omegas rushed about preparing food, halls, and guest chambers. The scent of tension and excitement filled the air like electric current.
Inside his room, Damon was already awake, sweat glistening on his skin as he moved fluidly from one push-up to another, then to squats and stretches. They weren’t allowed formal training that morning, but he needed the exercise to steady his nerves.
He kept replaying the fight in his mind—strategies, weaknesses, possibilities. And underneath all of it… Elina’s face.
He shook his head hard
