No. No. No. Amelia chanted in her head.
Patrick's wolf rose in the air, and the royal family stood from their places.
Even the kings of the various species and alphas stood in the bleachers to see the legendary moment of defeat of the named monster of the werewolf world, Cyrus Valentino, but what they were more interested in watching was if Patrick would go through with his plan.
Patrick played a dirty trick, and it was laid bare for everyone to see.
Dominic, who had been thinking his son's goodness would come in the way and he wouldn't attack Cyrus at the right time, slammed his hand on the armrest, proud of his son.
Cyrus on the ground felt edgier as he saw Patrick's wolf's glowing eyes nearing him.
'No. I promised Amelia I would win. This is for my lineage, for my father's honor, for my wife. I have to fight,' Cyrus took a deep breath and was ready to move when out of nowhere a flash-like thing shone in the arena.
Everyone shielded their eyes for a brief second.
