Uncle Jethro POV
"Get out of my way before I take your head off," I growl, shoving past a hulking beta warrior who is standing too close to the main gate.
The lad stumbles back onto the loose gravel. He knows better than to bark back. My lycan is pacing behind my ribs, a trapped, furious thing tethered by the curse. I am off the tournament roster today. No challenges. No fights. The elders decided my beast is too unpredictable to touch the sand, so they stuck a clipboard in my hand and told me to judge the younger pups instead.
A roar goes up from the pit.
Two wolves are tearing into each other on the packed earth below, their teeth snapping inches from the throat. The crowd on the wooden bleachers goes wild, shouting, spilling cheap ale onto the grass. The sheer noise makes my ears tw
