Zuri/Zion

The crowd screamed as the rogue landed his final blow. An uppercut so brutal it sent his challenger flying. The wolf hit the ground with a thud that silenced the front rows, his limbs bent at unnatural angles. He didn’t get up.

I flinched, hands tightening into fists at my sides. I’d seen pain before. But this? This was a spectacle. They didn’t care who bled, as long as someone did.

The victor didn’t raise his arms to accept the praise he was getting from ...