Penelope's POV

The tunnel leads to everything I've worked for. Six months of training, fighting, becoming someone worthy of respect. My teammates shift around me, energy building like a storm about to break.

"Are you ready for this?" Isla bumps my shoulder.

"More than ready." I adjust my helmet, making sure the Bloodfang logo is perfectly visible. "Let's show them what we're made of."

The announcer's voice booms through the arena. "Ladies and gentlemen, introducing the visiting Bloodfang ...