(Raiden's POV)
I stand rigidly at the starting line, the morning air crisp against my skin as sunlight filters gently through the trees.
Around us, murmurs of anticipation ripple softly through the gathered crowd, warriors and spectators alike waiting eagerly to see our performance.
My heart thuds unevenly in my chest, a strange nervousness tightening my muscles, leaving me oddly unsteady.
I glance sideways, my gaze immediately drawn to Siena as she steps toward me, a dark silk blindfold held delicately in her slender fingers.
My wolf practically purrs at her closeness, anticipation surging beneath my skin as she raises the blindfold toward my eyes.
I was the one who insisted we work together for this challenge, yet now the prospect of surrendering control to
