Adolfa - POV
The crowd roared like wolves in a frenzy as Alpha Lyran turned his back on me, storming out of the arena without a word. Coward.
The blood from my last opponent still smeared my cheek, drying into a crusty mask. My muscles screamed from overuse, sweat drenching my skin under my torn training leathers. Thirty brutal minutes of hand-to-hand with a WereFox and a damn vampire tag-team, and the reward? A half-second glance from Lyran. No words. No approval. Just gone.
I staggered to the edge of the training field, heart pounding like war drums. My throat burned with thirst, and my vision blurred slightly. Everything in me ached, but I couldn't let my guard down. Not here. Not now. Not with Prese watching.
I have to survive. I have to live for the prophecy.
They say
