Enzo pov
The arena buzzed long before sunrise, a charged hum of anticipation hanging thick in the air. Warriors both male and female lined up, some warming up, muscles taut, and eyes sharp. All waiting for Damien's arrival.
I stood beside Damien, arms folded, jaw tight. Lucas gave me a silent nod, and I returned it without thought. We weren't here to chat. We were here to teach, watch, and Judge.
And if I was being honest with myself? I came to see her. Zendaya. The restriction placed by Damien to not see her. I couldn't go anyway. That thought made me so angry.
A girl who stepped out of Craven and into our world as she owned it. I heard, everyone whisperers about her. They Couldn't stop, Some because she was new. Others because of her hair and eyes or she was mated to Damien—the Alpha they feared and obeyed. Some because he was their dream man.
But me? I whispered about her for entirely different reasons.
