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With frantic gasps, Damon's chest rose and fell as he lay stretched across the stone sidewalk. As he strained to push himself up, blood oozed from the severe gash on his cheek and stained his lips. However, Kael had already placed his boot on his shoulder, forcing him back down with such force that he let out a new groan of pain.
As the event played out, Rhea remained motionless, her heart thumping in her chest. The battle had been vicious—one-sided, quick, and merciless. She would concede that Damon had tried, but he had little hope against Kael. The Lycan King had battled with a cold, calculated rage that allowed no space for mistake; he was too strong and too accurate.
After spitting blood onto the floor with a cough, Damon looked up at Kael with a look that was equal part
