"The air tasted of blood and destiny."
The Festival grounds erupted in chaos the moment Gideon's challenge left his lips.
Gasps transformed into shouts, whispered speculation tangled into roars of excitement. Students surged forward like a tide, desperate for a better view of what promised to be the most significant supernatural event in Academy history. The silver banners and paper lanterns swayed violently in the sudden rush of movement, their gentle festival glow now illuminating something far darker than celebration.
The scent of adrenaline and bloodlust began to permeate the evening air, making my enhanced senses reel from the intensity of so many wolves anticipating violence.
Because everyone present knew exactly what Gideon's formal words meant, even if some had never witnessed
