LEO
They carried Magnus out on a stretcher, still conscious, still defiant. His eyes found mine as the medics worked on his leg, and the promise in them was clear: this wasn't over.
But for now, he was powerless.
The guards who'd arrested him weren't Council loyalists. They were Arena Security, wolves who'd lost friends and family to the trials. The broadcast footage had done what three years of Rafe's underground work couldn't—it turned the enforcers against their masters.
Rafe was the first to reach me when they opened the pit. He dropped down and pulled me into a crushing hug despite my broken ribs.
"You're insane," he said, voice thick. "Completely insane."
"Learned from the best," I managed.
He pulled back, studying my face. He looked older than I remembered, worn down by three
