Ruby’s POV

The warm-up match had barely ended when I found Austin near the corridor, still catching his breath and holding his injured leg. The sight made my chest tighten.

“I came because I was worried,” I told him. “The fight… didn’t look right.”

Austin rubbed the side of his neck, frustration flickering across his face. “He hit me first. And there was this scent on him, sharp, weird. It messed with my senses. I think he did it on purpose.”

A cold feeling settled in my ...