Amari’s POV
“Welcome Amari Albright,” I stood in a ring several feet below the king. The cage I found myself in was surrounded by hard steel glass. Several superficial and deep scrapes brushed the entire arena, yet the ring was far from worn out. I had seen a cage like this one before, used for werewolf cage fights. While it was peculiar and mostly illegal, I did not dare to canvas the area or question the king.
“Your Highness,” I bowed as delicately as I could in an attempt to show my respect. King Leopold drove daggers into my soul as he remained in the viewing area above. Even from a distance, his ice-cold eyes were evident. While he was cold and distant, he was identical to his son. I was surprised I had never put them together before.
“You have no wolf!” His voice changed to a dee
