GODFREY'S POV.
I slowly got up from the ground, my whole body aching. The crowd was still cheering loudly for Ravok. He stood tall in the arena, proud and confident, enjoying his victory.
But then the cheers started to fade. People began to notice me. Their faces changed, turning pale with shock. They thought I was dead. To them, I was like a ghost standing there, alive when I shouldn’t be.
I felt a strange feeling spreading through me, starting in my chest. My broken arm began to fix itself, the pain fading as the bones came back together. The cuts and wounds on my skin closed up, leaving barely a mark. It was like nothing had happened.
For the first time, Draco and I were finally connected, this wasn't just a connection between a master and its werewolf, it was something stronger,
