Damian stood tall before the massive crowd gathered in the pack’s arena, his presence commanding total silence. The war clothes he wore weren’t just armor—they were a symbol of power, stitched with battle and blood, and they added a terrifying edge to his already overwhelming aura.His eyes swept across the crowd—warriors ready for battle, mothers clutching their children, elders watching with quiet pride. Then, in a voice both calm and thunderous, Damian spoke.

His words cut through the ...