Andria's POV
The fight was over; there was no need to feel what I was just feeling moments ago. It was just a spur-of-the-moment.
We lowered our stances, both of us breathing hard but steady. My chest heaved, but not from exhaustion. From the way Kaelric's eyes locked onto me as though he'd seen every flicker of hesitation, every ounce of surrender.
Zade leaned closer as we walked off the ring. "See? Not so bad when you stop being stubborn."
I shot him a sharp look. "Don't push it. That was a one-time thing."
"Sure," he smirked, clearly not believing a word.
We returned to our seats, and I tried to steady my heartbeat, though my body was still humming with restless energy. One by one, the rest of the groups battled.
Some were disasters, wolves clashing like enemies instead of partners. Others were surprisingly good, though none matched the quiet synergy of Becca and Arlo.
