Betty's POV. 

Just as the thought settled, a guard approached us.

He bowed, saying. “Alpha Damien. It’s time. They’re preparing to escort Alpha Xavier for his sentence.”

The warm moment vanished as smoke and duty returned. 

Damien stiffened as he gave a silent nod, then looked at me.

“Come.”

The repaired arena was quieter than the last time I’d been here, yet it carried a weight heavier than war drums. 

The stone pillars glowed faintly with new runes of enchanted ...