Nyx
The air in the underground gym was heavy with anticipation, thick as smoke before a blaze. Every step I took echoed against the polished floor, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. I didn’t need anyone to tell me why I was here.
The sneers of the guards posted along the wall, the way their eyes darted between me and the figure already waiting on the mat. It was obvious. Talia. She stood there smirking, arms folded, her chest rising with a confidence that dripped venom.
She didn’t look like she had been summoned against her will. No, she looked like she had begged for this. Her eyes lit up as I entered. Her lips pulling into a grin that made bile burn the back of my throat. Of course, she wanted this.
She’d always wanted it. Ever since we were omegas together in my old pack,
