I sprinted toward the screen, my mind racing to process the unfolding chaos. The arena was enclosed by towering metal scaffolds, each level lined with wooden planks that formed crude walkways for spectators. Within moments, Hadrian and Eamon were no longer alone. The audience flooded in, positioning themselves along the various tiers of the structure. They were Eamon’s followers—rogue wolves and outcast vampires, concealed beneath heavy hoods and robes. The forsaken.

Their voices rose in ...