Chapter 41

• Brian's POV
• The pack house compound was abuzz with anticipation, every single member of Roshan's pack gathered in a circle around us, forming a makeshift ring. We stood facing each other, prepared and dressed in traditional battle attire – shirtless, with shorts and our bodies rubbed with special oils, a red ribbon tied around our foreheads. The air was thick with tension.
• Among the crowd, I spotted my friends in the front row, their faces etched with worry and nerves. I knew they were scared for my safety, and I couldn't blame them. I was scared too, but I couldn't afford to show it. Roshan would feed off my fear, using it to his advantage. If he sensed even a hint of weakness, he'd win the fight before it began.