**Sasha**
The arena was filled with noise.
Wolves and even humans packed the stands, their screams echoing through the stone-and-metal walls. Flags waved. The smell of sweat and anticipation was all I could feel.
I found a spot near the observation deck, high enough to see everything. I wasn’t here for the match. I was here to watch *him*.
Kael.
My mate.
Down on the field, he stood in formation with the others, Marcus and Tony were looking my direction with a sure look of future victory and Kael’s expression was calm, dangerous, unreadable at the moment.
Cain’s team mirrored them on the opposite side. This wasn’t just another match. This was the match.
“First time watching?” a voice said from my left.
I turned. A woman, probably mid-twenties, dark hair braided tight, eyes sharp
