Damien’s POV
I didn’t have any idea what could have compelled Phil to want to challenge me. Before this moment, he had been an upstanding member of the pack. An accountant, he wasn’t a warrior or a guard. As far as I knew, he had no great love for fitness, and I knew he wasn’t an Alpha.
How could he think he had a chance against me?
But that was irrelevant to my purposes at the moment. It didn’t matter if this was a one-sided blowout, I still had to face him. No challenge against an Alpha could go unanswered, even if it was misguided.
Turning from Phil, I walked through the gathering crowd to the nearby sparring ring. Sometimes challenges were made into grand events, but that didn’t seem necessary in this case. I didn’t want to underestimate my opponent, but it really didn’t seem like
