Shadowfang Pack was alive with energy.
Warriors jogged across the grounds in synchronized drills. Omegas rushed through the pathways carrying decorations and food supplies. Liam inspected the arena. Young wolves ran around excitedly, whispering about the legendary match.
A day was left before the competition, and the entire pack vibrated with anticipation.
Damon and Elina, however, were nowhere near the celebrations.
Both were on the training grounds — separately — pushing themselves past exhaustion.
Lucian had tried to stop them more than once.
“You’re both already strong enough,” he had complained that morning, crossing his arms as Damon repeated a set of 300-pound weighted lunges.
But Damon only wiped the sweat from his jaw and continued.
“Elina won’t go easy on me,” he said wit
