Silence didn't just fall over the Ashen Field; it suffocated it.
Dante walked back toward us, limping slightly. His shirt was in tatters, his chest a map of bruises and drying blood, but he held his head high.
I watched Sebastian Knight. The shark-like Alpha was staring at the heart lying at his feet, his face a mask of shock and incoherent rage. He looked up, his eyes locking on Dante’s back, burning with a hatred that promised future violence.
"Winner: Nightwalker!" Alpha Thomas announced, his voice booming across the stunned crowd. "Silver Moon, collect your dead."
The paralysis broke. A low murmur of disbelief swept through the delegations. They weren't looking at Liam anymore. They were looking at Dante—the unknown champion who had butchered an Enforcer in under ten minutes.
Dant
