Loud cheers and applauses roared in my ears as I stood in the middle of the crowd with a victorious grin on my face and a panted breath. Blood covered my hands and claws yet the wound on the back of my body did not bother me anymore. I felt unbeatable at that moment.

When I glanced back at Xerxes, I felt compassion surfacing in his wolf eyes as he looked at me with emotions swirling in the depths of his globes. My heart wrenched, crying for his arms around me but then my lips twisted into a scowl. What would have happened if I let Damien hurt me more?...