CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
The moon is high, casting a silver glow over the clearing. The air is thick with tension, charged like the moments before a storm breaks. I can feel the power of it prickling against my skin as I stand at the edge of the makeshift arena, my heart pounding in my chest.
Ethan and Kyle face each other, their forms blurred in the darkness as they shift. It's a sound I know all too well—the c***k of bone, the rippling change of flesh—but tonight it holds a note of finality that sends shivers down my spine.
"Be careful," I whisper, though neither of them can hear me over the growls filling the night air. They're wolves now, large and formidable, with only the burning intent to fight lighting their eyes. Ethan's tan fur catches the moonlight, making him seem like a creature
