THIRD PERSON
The cheers fade.
Too quickly.
Like they were never meant to last.
Because everyone knows, the real test hasn’t happened yet.
At the center of the clearing, Elara steps forward.
Alone.
No hesitation.
No fear.
But the air around her feels… different.
Charged.
Watching.
Across from her, the Council does not bring forward a warrior immediately.
Instead, they whisper among themselves.
Calculating.
Delaying.
Preparing something.
Unnatural.
Alpha Scavia watches closely from the side, his body still from his own fight—but his focus entirely on her.
Something is wrong.
He feels it.
The bond tightens.
Warning.
“Elara,” one elder finally calls.
She lifts her chin slightly.
Ready.
“Your opponent,” he says slowly, “will test more than your strength.”
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