Chapter 109
Kross
The corridor outside the gear room was quieter than the arena, though the echo of the crowd still rumbled faintly through the stone walls. My boots struck hard against the floor as I walked, steady, controlled—at least on the outside. Inside, my Lycan was already clawing against my skin, restless, hungry for the fight ahead.
I reached for the iron handle of the gear room door.
That’s when I felt it.
A hand on my arm. Light, but familiar. Too familiar to ignore.
I turned slowly, already knowing who it was. And there she stood—Vanya. My mate. Her eyes locked onto mine, blazing with fire and loathing, a look sharp enough to pierce bone.
My chest tightened. Damn her. Even her hatred made something inside me ache. My Lycan growled restlessly, pressing forward, demanding
