Penelope POV
"Want help?"
The lead vocalist of Night Band leans in close, his cold vampire breath brushing against my ear.
"I can make him hallucinate. Might even make the bastard chop off his own hand."
I chuckle, not even turning my head to look at him.
"No need. He is not worth cheating for."
My voice is flat, carrying across the VIP floor of the Moon Bar.
The news of the challenge has already cleared out the casual drinkers.
In minutes, the space transforms into an arena.
Dozens of wolves from different packs line the velvet booths, hungry for blood and drama.
The air grows heavy, thick with the sharp tang of combat pheromones and the electric buzz of expectation.
Eliora plops herself down right beside me on the leather couch, her massive frame radiating raw heat.
She does
