𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐋
The commentator's booming voice melted into the background while I tried to ground myself, fighting not to spiral completely into the dark.
"You should make her forfeit this."
The voice that broke through the feverish haze of my dread sounded entirely too familiar—a rasping, deceptively smooth timbre that made me uneasy and intrigued all at once.
I forced my eyes away from Selene's distant figure and leveled my gaze on the man who had slid into the space beside me. He was roughly my own age, his dark hair shimmering with distinctive, natural bronze highlights that perfectly matched the intense flecks of gold in his brown eyes.
"Alpha, we both know how this will end." His voice lacked the predictable undercurrent of a gloat that I had come to expect from any wolf carrying the Volkov bloodline.
