Iris's POV
Their laughing cheers increased as I tried to steady myself. Dust swirled in the air, caused by the frantic movements of the low-ranking wolves sparring under Torin's watchful eye as they enjoyed the scene before them. My heart pounded in my chest as I forced myself up and stood in the ring, my knees still stinging from where I'd stumbled after someone shoved me.
The crowd's mocking laughter didn't fade, their voices slicing through my sanity as my vision blurred. Sienna stood a few feet away, her braid swinging as she cracked her knuckles again, her lips curled into a smirk that oozed confidence.
I clenched my fists, my cheek throbbing, where Sienna's fist had landed moments ago as blood trickled from the corner of my mouth. The crowd's jeers grew louder, their words now a relentless assault as always.
"She's got no wolf and experience! What's she doing in the ring?" someone shouted.
