"The fight was over. But the war had only begun."
The arena held its breath in the aftermath of violence, hundreds of supernatural beings frozen in a moment that would be remembered and retold for generations to come.
Darius loomed over his defeated rival like an avenging god, claws still partially extended and poised at Gideon's exposed throat. His golden eyes blazed with the concentrated weight of the full moon itself, supernatural fire that seemed to burn with both his own Alpha nature and the echoes of my power still flowing through our bond. Every line of his powerful frame radiated triumphant dominance, blood and sand streaking his skin like war paint.
Gideon writhed beneath him, fury twisting his once-handsome features into something ugly and desperate. His amber eyes burned with
