Chapter 64

　　Damon 　　My hands struck the rough surface of the old, dried-out tree, each blow driven by a fierce anger that echoed in every breath I took. The cool air felt heavy as I envisioned Romin's face, the person who caused the profound sorrows I had experienced in my lifetime. Losing my mother, father, and unborn child burdened my heart—a sad tune that played continuously in my thoughts. 　　I could feel the warmth of my blood mixing with the dirt under my tightly closed fists, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the torment engraved in my spirit. Each hit on the tree represented the revenge building up inside me, an unstoppable storm searching for a way to release the pain dwelling in my chest. How long would I keep training nonstop? I didn’t know. All I wanted was to make myself stronger so I could seek justice against Romin for all the vile things he had done to me and my family. 　　“Boss, Ryan’s back. I think he's got something,” Gary, one of the trackers of the Wild Fang, utter