Enzo POV
The arena buzzed long before sunrise, a charged hum of anticipation hanging thick in the air. Warriors—male and female— lined up, some warming up, muscles taut, eyes sharp. All waiting for instructions.
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 correct.
But if I was being honest with myself? I came to see her. Zendaya. Damien's restriction meant I wasn't suppose to go near her. But that didn't stop me from wanting to. The thought alone made my blood burn.
A girl who stepped out of Craven and into our world as she owned it. I'd heard the whisperers. They Couldn't stop, Some because she was new. Others because of her strange hair and eyes. And many more because she was mated to Damien—the Alpha they feared, the one most ladies dream of.
But me? I whispered about her for entirely different reasons.
