Maria.
My fingers were tightly locked together in my lap.
Too tightly.
I hadn't realized how hard I was pressing them until the faint ache crept into my knuckles, but I couldn't loosen them. My entire body felt rigid, my back straight against the wooden bench as my eyes remained fixed on the arena below.
The sand in the fighting ground was still disturbed from the previous matches.
Aidan stood on one side.
Noah stood on the other.
Both had won their earlier fights.
Both had earned their place in the final round.
But the moment they faced each other, a cold wave of fear swept through me.
Because if there was one thing everyone in the pack knew….it was that Aidan was ruthless.
The sunlight reflected sharply off the blades they held, the steel glinting dangerously as they took their stances. The arena had grown quieter now, the crowd leaning forward with anticipation.
