Ivy
My heart was pounding in my chest as we stepped into the ring. On the opposite side, stood Graham’s wolf, a russet asshole with gray eyes. It was gigantic. Not as gigantic as Asher’s wolf, but still. He studied my wolf with a look in its eyes that I was sure Asher would kill him for—lust and bloodthirst.
“It would be so much fun to kill him,” Silver hissed. I agreed wholeheartedly. Graham’s wolf took a step forward and then halted in the center. Silver followed, so we were merely a few feet away from each other, waiting for Eli’s announcement to begin. I noticed the russet wolf brace itself and gave us a sneer, its canines bared.
I ignored and instead turned to my mate. Asher’s face was blank as our eyes met, but I could feel his anxiety as he stood on the side, arms crossed tight
