Draco.
Draco was enjoying watching Titanus teach the new gladiators how to become mortal gods. The training ground was littered with bare-chested males sparring and fighting under Titanus’ command.
Draco casually watched them from the veranda that overlooked the gladiators’ den. He wrinkled his nose when one of the gladiators crushed his opponent’s nose, drawing massive blood.
Titanus smacked his whip over the ground, urging the gladiators to fight harder. The swinging and clacking of the wooden training swords echoed in the air.
At least, Draco was seeing an improvement in their fighting skills. It hadn’t been up to a week since the intense training began. That sort of gave Draco hope concerning the Blood Summit.
The rogue Lycans were bound to win awards like they used to.
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