Chapter 832 Dead As A Doornail

• Enzo
• The gates rattled upward just as the silver ropes were cut from my hands and neck. Moments later, as I stumbled out into the dusty arena to battle one of my closest friends to please some bloodthirsty warrior queen, I felt my wolf begin to return to his usual strength.
• “We should kill them,” my wolf growled, bristling from days of being caged in silver. “Kill them all. Especially that bitch queen.”