Cassius POV
Cassius moved quietly through the tournament grounds, blending into the background as he watched the events unfolding around him. The sun hung high, casting sharp shadows across the field, but the chill in the air was unmistakable - an undercurrent of darkness that only he seemed to sense.
He watched as the remaining competitors from Ironclaw circled their opponents with a newfound arrogance, their taunts sharper, their blows more brutal. The Ironclaw leader, Ewan, had been detained, but it seemed his absence only fueled his packmates’ aggression. Cassius narrowed his eyes, scanning the crowd as he picked up on something that had been bothering him since the start of the tournament: the frequent, low conversations between certain Ironclaw members and a small, tight-knit group
