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It was like every nerve ending was on fire, like he was being electrocuted from the inside out. “Hold him!” Callis yelled, her face strained as she tried to keep Darius’s shoulders pinned. I lunged, throwing my body over Darius’s legs, wrestling to keep them from flailing. It took all my strength. This wasn’t the weak, dying man from a moment ago. This was a surge of pure, raw, agonized power. He was fighting it, fighting whatever the hell Callis had just poured into him. “Darius! It’s us! Fight! Come on, you son of a bitch, fight!” I found myself yelling, my voice raw. Tears were streaming down my face, mixing with the sweat and the blood. “Don’t you fucking leave her! Don’t you dare!”

“I am fighting you.” But there was no fire in his voice—no emotion. It was as if Damon was simply going through the motions, not seeing this as the battle Darius desperately wanted it to be. The crowd continued to cheer for Darius, encouraging him as he gave it everything he had. “Don’t stop, Darius!” they shouted. “You’ve got this!” Darius swung again, his knuckles grazing Damon’s jaw this time. But Damon didn’t even flinch. He countered with a quick jab—a light one—but it was enough to send Darius stumbling backward.

He turned his gaze back to Darius. “So tell me, do you still have something to say? Or will you crawl back into the shadows where you belong?” He lifted his hand, and at once, the soldiers in black armor stepped forward. A wall of muscle and steel between Darius and the altar. Darius’s face contorted with rage and frustration. He stepped back. He wanted to fight. I could see it burning in his eyes. But he was outnumbered. The elders exchanged heavy glances, then finally lifted their hands again.

“They’ve just changed shape.” —THE GOD'S CHALLENGE Later that night, Darius found Ava staring into the flames of her own campfire. He sat beside her, quiet. She turned slowly. “I was ready to fight Raven. Even ready to die.” “But how do you fight a god?” Darius took her hand. “You don’t.” “You prove them wrong.”

Today, Kael had demanded truth—and Darius meant to deliver it. “Ready?” Darius asked, voice low, rough as gravel. Kael swallowed but lifted his blade. “Show me.” What followed was nothing like the drills before. Darius moved with ferocity, every strike fast, punishing, merciless. Kael’s arms trembled under the weight of blocking, his legs buckled as he stumbled back again and again. “You wanted this,” Darius barked, pressing him harder. “So fight, Kael. Don’t cower. Don’t think. Survive.”

“I’m calling Dr. Kerr.” “Regionals are in six weeks.” “I know.” “It’s conditioning, Dad.” “I know you think so.” I had the whole argument loaded. Inflammatory response, training volume, the week-by-week log I kept in my head that could account for every single thing. I opened my mouth. Closed it.

"This is owed to you." Marcus nodded. "One hour between the first and second match. And if, by any chance, you go through both... we get another sixty after the second before it's decided whether there's a third. These guys aren't here to spar. They're here to break you." Sloane stood. Her tablet was already in hand, scrolling quickly with her thumb. Her eyes stayed on the screen, but she spoke. "Karim al-Fahim is fast, moves from soft tissue to soft tissue, works from the ankle, weak in hip rotation. Gerini... old school. Power without rhythm. Both reactive fighters, which means this time it's not your body that needs to dominate—but your patience."

He took a step forward, his eyes fixed on Darius. "Release him, rogue. I am not asking. I am ordering you.". Darius's hand trembled. He looked at the knife, at Lucien, at Rhea, at the four Alphas, and finally at Micah, the ghost who now stood before him, ready to fight. He glared at Rhea, a terrible light of fear and hatred in his eyes. "You… you set me up," Darius stammered, his voice trembling. "You had help."

He said as he left the room . Irene sobbed all through the night,she remembered all the moments she had with Antiono,all the promises they made together. That night Antiono made up his mind to FIGHT for the love he had ,he was willing to face this Charles Davenport with full force,he wasn't letting go of Irene ,not now not ever.

David frantically claws at his arms, when the pressure keeps consistently increasing. "Now you listen to me! You will do as I say, you will not become an obstacle for Orka. If you do I will personally make sure that both you and that sweet boy of yours will die in the worst way possible. " The man's voice echoes around the whole room and his eyes burn with such malice and hatred, that for a second David actually becomes scared for his life. He let's go of David when he sees that his face starts turning blue; leaving David on the floor coughing and gasping for breath.