RUBY JUNE.
The arena was packed, the crowd murmuring in excitement, their eyes fixated on the center where Bruno and I stood. The announcer’s voice echoed through the space, hyping up the fight as if it were some grand spectacle instead of a battle for life, for the future of the pack.
Bruno stood across from me, his lips curled into a sneer, every muscle in his body oozing arrogance. He puffed his chest out, pacing slowly in a circle, his eyes gleaming with malice.
“You can still back down, Charles,” Bruno said, his voice mocking. “I mean, we all know how this is going to end, don’t we? It would be far less shameful to watch you crawl away now, rather than watch your son die shamelessly at my mercy.”
I felt my blood boil at his words, but I bit back the anger, trying to keep my focus. He w……
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