Double Slap

The atmosphere around the wrestling ring was thick enough to choke a human. Among the wolves, it was a volatile mix of pheromones, adrenaline, and the sharp, metallic scent of blood. Belial lay in the dirt, a crumpled heap of defeated pride, while the silence of the Argent Edge Pack felt like a physical weight.

Lyra didn’t wait for an invitation. She vaulted over the ropes, her movements fluid an