|| Penelope ||
Ancient Maya moved her fingers once more, and in an instant, the stadium shimmered and dissolved, its towering stone walls fading into nothingness like mist in the wind. The grand hall reformed around us, the luxurious chandeliers glowing overhead, their golden light illuminating the polished marble floor once more. The echoes of battle still lingered in the air, a silent reminder of the clash that had just taken place.
The nobles and alphas murmured among themselves, their voices hushed yet urgent, a chorus of uncertainty rippling through the chamber. Some still bore traces of awe from the duel, others held expressions of skepticism and doubt, their calculating gazes shifting between Isabella and me.
I stood tall in the center of the hall, my breath steady, my composure
