As Emira felt excitement stir within her, she realized there was another side of the battle ground that she had almost missed.
On the far side of the battlefield, slightly apart from the chaos and yet, in the middle of it, stood a single figure. Prince Kael.
He was utterly still. Eyes closed, hands loose at his sides. It was strange to see someone so quiet in the middle of such raw aggression. Around him, wolves snarled and people slammed each other to the ground, but Kael stood as if untouched by the noise and movement.
Yet there was nothing soft about that calm. Even from where she stood, Emira could feel the quiet, coiled danger radiating from him. He was like a predator before it strikes. It was so sharp that the air around him seemed to thrum with tension, as if every wolf nearby could sense it too.
Why was he just standing there?
It looked as though he was listening. Taking in the movements, the scents, the shifting energy of the field.
