It was unbelievable…
A human riding on the back of Vargan, the former Alpha of Lycas, with a rope around his neck… that was something no werewolf had ever imagined they would see in their lifetime.
"Outsider!!!"
"Outsider!!!"
"Hold on tight!"
The crowd's roars shook the arena. Every werewolf… old, young, warrior or worker stood from their seats, howling in excitement.
Azel, perched on Vargan's back with the rope clenched in his hands, grinned.
The feeling of people cheering his name like this… it was intoxicating.
'So this is how warriors in the old days felt,' he thought, tugging the rope tighter around Vargan's thick neck. 'I could end this right now… but where's the fun in that? It's not like the Academy's open yet.'
He yanked harder.
Vargan groaned, claws digging into the dirt as the tension in his neck increased.
The great werewolf bent his knees slightly.
Azel frowned. 'What's he planning?'
Vargan's muscles coiled and the rope creaked.
