Vera’s POV
I was still seating on the floor, lost in thought, battling with my fears about tomorrow’s fight.
How was I going to defeat Lisa? Every plan I thought of seemed foolish.
The door creaked open, and Alpha Gideon stepped inside.
"Thinking about what will happen in the next two days ?" he asked, his voice calm as he closed the door behind him.
I didn’t respond. I just kept my eyes on the floor, feeling too heavy to speak.
He moved closer. "Are you still angry about earlier?" he asked again.
I shook my head slightly.
"No. I'm just... not in the mood," I said, though deep inside, I knew he was a little right.
He studied me for a moment before speaking again.
"Do you know the fight has three stages?"
I lifted my head quickly. "Three stages?" I repeated, confused.
He nodded
