Bang! Bang!
The sound of gunshots resounded over and over in the gun arena where Damon was practicing. His nerves had gotten the best of him three nights ago when Arya, in her foolishness, overheard a conversation between him and his father, earning herself a death sentence.
But why was it taking so long for a report? Damon wondered as he raised his gun, aimed at the target, and missed once again. He continued shooting until the bullets ran out, then threw his gun in annoyance. "Arghh, useless!" he shouted, causing the beta guards around him to flinch at his anger.
There had been no report from the thugs sent to do the job, and it made him jittery with annoyance. "Alpha Damon?" a worker said, making him even more irritated.
"What?!" Damon roared back at the female worker, who flinched
