Chapter 87

DAMIEN

POW!

SMACK!

The sounds of sparring echo in one of the training rooms as I land another hit on Lucas.

Harvey had left not too long after our conclusions to convince the other Alphas -which is a huge load off for me. The idea of brown nosing people is still unappealing to me, regardless of the reason.

In the well lit training room, the air hangs heavy with anticipation as Lucas and I continue our face off. The space is expansive, with high ceilings that seem to stretch into darkness above us.

The walls are lined with floor-to-ceiling mirrors, reflecting our every move as we circle each other. The polished wood floor beneath our feet is worn smooth from countless hours of training, marked with scuff marks and scratches that tell the stories of past sparring matches.

In one corner of the room, a small alcove holds a rack of training equipment—padded gloves, punching bags, and agility cones—all waiting to be used in the pack’s quest for improvement.

The only other features in the