Chapter 9

Adolfa - POV

The crowd roared like wolves in a frenzy as Alpha Lyran turned his back on me, storming out of the arena without a word. Coward.

The blood from my last opponent still smeared my cheek, drying into a crusty mask. My muscles screamed from overuse, sweat drenching my skin under my torn training leathers. Thirty brutal minutes of hand-to-hand with a WereFox and a damn vampire tag-team, and the reward? A half-second glance from Lyran. No words. No approval. Just ...