Chapter 83
Vanya
The morning air felt heavier than it should have.
Damp, sharp, like the world knew what today meant.
The elimination round.
It wasn’t complicated. It didn’t need to be.
Everyone stood on the massive training ground, the white gravel crunching under boots, the faint mist of early dawn still clinging to the air. The sky was gray, hanging low, like it was waiting to see blood spill.
Coach Shawn stood in the center, his voice carrying over us all—steady, no-nonsense, like always.
“The rules are simple,” he said, pacing slowly as he spoke. His eyes swept over all of us—over the Alphas who were vibrating with anticipation, and the ones trying to hide their nerves behind masks of calm.
“You will write down the name of one opponent you want to eliminate. One.”
His voice
