Erick
The roar of the crowd vibrated through the stone walls of the Arena long before I stepped inside.
The noise was deafening.
Wolves from every one of the eight packs had gathered here tonight, filling the vast amphitheater carved into the heart of Blackthorn.
Torches blazed against the twilight, their orange flames dancing like restless spirits, their light glinting off steel shields and eager eyes.
The scent of excitement, fear, and tension hung thick in the air.
Every heartbeat, every breath in this place, belonged to me, their King. And yet, tonight, one man dared to stand against me.
Alan.
My own childhood friend. My beta.
He stood across the Arena floor, a mere speck in the distance from where I entered, but even at that distance, I could sense his restlessness.
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