I stepped into the arena, and the crowd somehow cheered even louder. As loud as they already were, I wouldn’t have thought it possible. The sheer volume hurt my ears a bit, but I refused to wince. I wouldn’t give the jerk across the way the satisfaction of seeing that.
The arena was a large circle, easily sixty feet across and surrounded by an 8-foot palisade wall. At the top of the wall, a chain circled the arena from metal posts placed at regular intervals. The first level of bleachers started there and went up. I saw Melody and Gabrielle sitting together; they both watched me. The other councilors sat behind Thomas.
Alistair stood and approached the chain. When he stopped moving, the crowd quieted.
“A dominance challenge has been issued and accepted between Wyatt Magnusson, our felin
