Chapter 9
Annalise
Dane smirked as we began to circle each other, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. The battlefield, already lively, grew quieter as more students gathered to watch. They kept their distance, though—smart. They all knew two things: I didn’t hold back, and Dane was not just any wolf. He was a Prince with Alpha blood. The air felt electric, the tension crackling like a brewing storm.
“Since you’re new here,” I called out, letting my voice carry with an edge of confidence, “I’ll let you choose a weapon. I’ll even give you the first chance to attack me. Don’t worry, I’ll only defend myself. Promise.” I let my lips curl into a smirk, my dagger glinting in the sunlight.
Dane’s expression didn’t falter; if anything, he looked amused. Like all of this—me, this fight, this
