Chapter 31

• The sun rose over the central arena, casting long shadows across the stone walls and illuminating the growing crowd. Werewolves from every corner of the region had come to witness the duel, their hushed conversations and murmurs of anticipation filling the air. It wasn’t just a battle for dominance; it was a fight for the future of the packs. The stakes had never been higher, and everyone knew it.
• Amara stood with Asher near the front of the crowd, her heart pounding as she watched Xander step into the ring. He looked calm and collected, his piercing blue eyes scanning the arena with quiet intensity. His presence alone commanded respect, and the crowd parted to let him pass as though he were a force of nature.
• On the opposite side, Joshua entered, his expression a mixture of arrogance and anger. His hazel eyes locked onto Xander, and he sneered as he squared his shoulders, radiating confidence. But beneath his bravado, there was a flicker of desperation that only those who knew him well could see. This was his last chance to reclaim his standing, and he intended to win at any cost.