Chapter 29
Draven’s POV
The field was packed with wolves, the noise rising like a wave. Some were cheering, some whispering, but everyone was waiting for the Alpha Games to begin. I stood at the edge of the field, scanning the crowd. My chest tightened when I saw him.
Varin.
He stood across from me, tall and smug as always. His black coat shimmered under the sun, and his sharp green eyes swept over the crowd like he owned them. My wolf stirred, growling at the sight of him. He had that way about him, like the world owed him respect.
I clenched my fists. Not today.
Varin’s gaze snapped to me, and a slow, mocking smirk spread across his face. He shouted, loud enough for everyone to hear, “Finally decided to show up, Draven? Thought you might be too scared.”
I didn’t respond. I didn’t
