Chapter 108
Rivara’s POV
The moment I saw Varin swing at Draven, I knew he had lost control.
There was no calculation in his movements, no carefully measured force—just raw, unrestrained fury. His fist connected with Draven’s jaw, sending the other man staggering back a step. The sharp crack of the impact cut through the corridor, a sound that sent a ripple of shock through the gathered onlookers.
Draven recovered fast. Too fast. A slow smirk curled at his lips before he retaliated, slamming his own fist into Varin’s ribs. The impact was brutal, deliberate, meant to punish rather than simply return the hit.
Another crack.
This time, louder.
Gasps filled the air. A few wolves edged closer, drawn to the fight like moths to a flame. Their hushed murmurs blurred together, voices laced w
