Chapter 82: Forest Arena Confrontation
(Aspen's POV)
I knelt in the shadows, my breath shallow but steady. My heart was pounding as I focused on the scene before me. Ethan was lying crumpled on the ground, his leg twisted unnaturally.
Mark crouched beside him, his trembling hands glowing faintly as he desperately tried to heal the injury. Their pack bonds pulsed with pain, confusion, and shame that burned in my chest like a slow fire.
The magical barriers surrounding the arena hummed ominously, charged with the anger and aggression that lingered in the air. Above, the facility's disabled communication crystals stood useless, dangling like lifeless ornaments.
Brandon’s cowardice was obvious—cutting off any chance for outside interference. Clever, but it wouldn’t save him.
Cora g
