BL: 023

Riyan’s body stiffened, eyes cemented to the center of the arena like everyone else where Jett remained buried under the rubicund fur wolf. The arena fell silent for a moment, only the harsh growls of the wolf could be heard before a whimper of pain followed and a thud as the brown fur wolf fell beside the white hair Alpha, blood pooling around his limp body.

Riyan sighed in relief when the panting chest of Jett came to view but the bloody sight of a fresh wound on his upper arm caught his attention.

“He’s been Bitten,” Ace thought out loud, his green pupils glowing with worry while recalling the awful feeling he felt when he was bitten. A bite from these wolves was a death wish and he was a witness to that. His gaze averted to the side, where the three remaining opponents of Jett stood in their bulky form, eyes flaming, hands clenched to a fist. Three were gone, the remaining three seemed more wicked than the others with the way t