Chapter 184
- ZAYNE
- Uncle Philip’s blade came straight for my throat, but I ducked just before it grazed me. The clang of steel against steel tore through the training yard, a with an echo that hit the still morning air.
- My knuckles ached from gripping the hilt too tight but there was no way I was giving him the satisfaction of making me fall. Philip wasn’t just anyone in this pack. He was my father’s beta. A legend in the arena.