Lilieth
Petra shrugs. "No rules, remember?"
I keep an eye on the snarling wolf, wondering how I'm going to get myself out of his situation and just how badly they intend to hurt me.
"You can always back away," Petra claims, her words cutting through the growing panic in my head. "Admit that you don't know what you're doing and overestimated your capabilities. You'll also have to admit that you're nothing but a mutt who doesn't belong."
I clench my jaw. The onlookers are silent—a sharp contrast to the first time I was here. Everyone was cheering the fighters on. The crowd had a celebratory feel to it.
Not like this.
"No," I grit out. "I'll never do that. You have a chance to take back what you said about my mother. Do it, and I'll walk away."
Petra laughs heartily like I just utte
