The sound of footsteps gradually fades, carrying with it the hearty laughter of alphas as they head towards the locker room.
Damon lies sprawled on the mat. The sweaty shirt sticks to his body, while his damp hair blocks his vision of the bright ceiling. His chest heaves up and down as he tries to regain his breathing.
He looks miserable, with no energy left to complain about being left alone, but all the cells in his body are energized.
Although everything hurts, he feels refreshed.
The last time he worked out didn't end well. This time, though, it's as if all his muscles have been properly stretched.
He doesn't know if it's because he can freely release his pheromones or if it's because he's been moving nonstop - maybe both - but this is the best he has felt since coming to this island.
Aside from that, his mind is also exceptionally clear, as if the fog that has been blocking his vision has been lifted.
In his head, the words of those alphas echo incessantly.
