Xavier
The air was sharp that morning, filled with the scent of pine needles and fresh-turned soil. Even though Isabella continues to sabotage the first events especially between her and Saraphina but still the activities continued. The damp earth clung to my boots as I stepped into the center of the ceremonial grounds, muscles already tensing with focus. Above us, the sky was a soft silver-blue, clouds drifting like ghost wolves between the peaks.
I rolled my shoulders, loosening my arms as I scanned the field. The Pack Clash Tournament wasn’t just tradition it was war dressed in celebration. Strategy, loyalty, strength these were the things tested here.
And in Lycandoria, everyone watched how you fought.
“Ready to lose, a sneering voice called from across the field.
I turned, jaw
