[Third POV]
"Stop this right now!"
The huge bell that hung directly above the arena rang out, signaling the end of the fight. Not that Damon was planning to land the final hit, either way. Harper had already passed out from her wounds, falling limp on the ground with her eyes shut. Blood trickled down from the corners of her lips, her body littered with black and blue.
Damon stared hard at her unconscious figure, an unknown emotion swirling deep within his chest. She was a werewolf― or at least, she was still partly one. By all reason, she should be healing from these superficial wounds already.
So why wasn't she waking up?
"Damon, have you gone fucking mad?!" Blaise yelled at his older brother the moment he entered the arena grounds.
