Erick
“This fight is not yours to win. It never was. But I will give you every chance to see the truth before I end it.”
Alan’s wolf hurled himself at me again, his paws kicking up clouds of dust, his jaws snapping with desperation.
I met him head-on.
The impact rattled my bones, his body colliding against mine like a hammer striking stone.
His claws raked against my flank, tearing through fur and skin, but I hardly registered the pain. My wolf was locked on instinct, centuries of bloodline and training guiding every strike.
I twisted, slamming my shoulder into his ribs, knocking him sideways.
Alan yelped, his body skidding across the Arena floor. The crowd erupted into chaos, cheers, curses, and howls all blending into a cacophony of sound.
But all I saw was Alan dragging him
