Aria Vale
I strip out my clothes, fold them carefully and hand them to Sierra. The evening air is cool against my skin, but I barely feel it. My entire focus narrows to the arena, to Vivienne doing the same across from me.
The crowd has gone silent, anticipation thick in the air.
I close my eyes and reach for my wolf. She surges forward eagerly, ready for this. The shift ripples through me, and when I open my eyes again, the world has transformed into the sharper, clearer vision of wolf sight.
Vivienne's wolf is sleek and powerful, her coat a rich auburn that catches the dying sunlight. She's larger than I expected, built for speed and aggression. Her lips pull back from her teeth in a snarl.
I feel her emotions through my Silvercrest gift. Rage, yes, but also fear underneath. Fear of
