The roar of the crowd was enough to tell me the fight was over, but it was accompanied by the stench of blood and the stomach churning cry of a man in pain cut short when he was dispatched entirely by his opponent.
I lifted my head from Caius' neck, releasing his shoulder from my jaws as I ignored the stunned look in his eyes.
It was harder to ignore the way the scent of his blood was still in my nostrils, and the way the potency of it was still on my tongue.
He was panting, and I had clearly injured him, but I turned and padded towards the gate when I saw it had been opened to drag off the body.
I heard Caius follow me a few steps behind, and glanced over my shoulder to see him walking on a leg that was obviously injured.
I stopped at the edge of the gate and watched as
