Penelope's POV

Walking into Frostfang Arena as a visiting player once again feels like entering a war zone. The fifteen thousand seats are packed, and most of the crowd is here to watch me fail. A few weeks ago, Bloodfang won the games against Frostfang, but it was cancelled saying we needed to replay.

I clench my fist so hard my knuckles crack. I know it's all the work of Marcus Blackthorn—so pathetic he couldn't even play fair. Everything about that family screams pathetic behavior. Framing ...