Fake Bond of the Lycan Lords
She was clawing at the surface, desperate for blood, especially Madeline’s.
I watched as my dad guided Adriel, Ian, Robert, and Leonardo up the stone steps toward the VIP balcony overlooking the dirt.
Madeline and I walked out onto the grass at the exact same time.
The Blue Claw arena was a massive, circular pit carved into the earth, surrounded by towering stone bleachers. Usually, it was filled with training hurdles or maze walls, but today it was nothing but flat, trampled green grass.
Delta Shimon and Beta Kennedy were already standing in the centre point. I stopped five paces away, turning to face Madeline.
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