Damon found himself lying in bed, staring up at the chipped, peeling white ceiling above him. The week had been excruciatingly long since the start of the alpha election, and he couldn't seem to shake the restless thoughts and worries that had plagued him day and night.

He replayed the events of the past week in his mind, thinking about Lucas and his possible strategies. Anxiety gnawed at him as he wondered if he had done enough to secure the votes he needed to win. Every time he closed his ...