Damien.
I slammed my fist against the wall again.
The impact sent a sharp sting shooting through my knuckles, vibrating up my arm, but I barely registered it anymore. The skin had already split slightly from the first hit. I could feel the warmth there, raw and throbbing, but it was distant. Insignificant.
The dull ache in my hand was nothing compared to the one clawing viciously at my pride.
I lost.
In our territory.
On our ground.
In front of our pack.
In front of my brothers.
The humiliation of it burned deeper than any physical wound could. I dragged a hand down my face, fingers pressing hard against my eyes as if I could wipe the memory away. My breath left me in a harsh exhale, uneven and heavy, before I leaned forward and rested my forehead against the cold stone wall.
The chill seeped into my skin.
It should have cooled me down.
It didn't.
