Chapter 92

Devon's pov

I took a quick look in the mirror as I examined myself, I didn't have the time to worry about my looks because whether I liked it or not, I would definitely be ragged when I finished this first phase.

So I picked out a simple cloth that was combat-oriented. A pair of black jeans, a black shirt and a black windbreaker jacket. My black boots were almost knee-high and the soles were very hard, I could already imagine smashing people's heads beneath them.

I walked out of the room and headed towards the car, it was already on and I got into the passenger seat. One of the betas of my pack was the one driving— I never even knew he could drive— while Donovan and Stella sat in the back seat.

The car took off and I relaxed. My body was still aching all over, I had barely gotten any rest and I felt like my muscles were being ripped apart but I endured. If it meant winning the competition, then pain is nothing at all, especially this level of pain.

I couldn't help but feel like that g