POV: Callum Brennan
Location: Fighting Pits
Time: Death Match
Gregor's hand is crushing my throat. I can't breathe. Can't think. Just dying.
The crowd's cheering. They love this. Love watching wolves kill each other.
I've got seconds left. Maybe less. Then it's over.
I think about the crew. About Isla. About ninety-two wolves depending on me. About how I'm failing them by dying in a pit.
Then something shifts. Not external. Internal.
I'm not dying here. Not for vampire entertainment. Not when people need me.
I stop trying to breathe. Stop panicking. Focus on what I can control.
My hands are free. Gregor's focused on choking me. Confident in his strength.
That's his mistake.
I claw at his eyes. Not elegantly. Just desperate scratching. Fingers digging into eye sockets.
Gregor s
