THIRD PERSON
The field is silent.
Too silent.
No wind.
No movement.
Just tension—thick and suffocating—stretching across the clearing where two packs now stand on opposite sides.
Watching.
Waiting.
Judging.
At the center, the line is drawn.
This is not war.
This is something far more dangerous.
Controlled violence.
With everything at stake.
Alpha Scavia steps forward first.
Calm.
Grounded.
Lethal.
Across from him, Alpha Darius rolls his shoulders slowly, a cruel smile tugging at his lips.
“You’ve grown arrogant,” Darius mutters.
Scavia doesn’t react.
“I’ve grown precise.”
That’s worse.
And they both know it.
To the side, Elara stands still.
Her breathing steady.
Her gold eyes locked onto her opponent, Claire.
Claire smirks, tilting her head slightly.
“You think
