"Every strike felt like a vote being cast against me."
The arena had never felt this heavy. The council occupied their carved stone seats high above the sand, their ceremonial robes making them look more like judges than observers. Every student in the Academy had packed the stands, their voices creating a constant buzz of anticipation.
This wasn't about proving my strength. It wasn't even about honor. Every move I made, every hit I landed or took, would shape how these council members judged my worth.
My opponent stepped into the ring. A tall boy from one of the northern packs, broad-shouldered and built for power. His reputation preceded him—fast, brutal, with a wolf known for overwhelming opponents before they could think. His jaw was set, eyes locked on me like I was something to be
