*Isla*
The stadium is nearly silent as we watch Keenan’s wolf circle around Elijah’s limp body. My blood rushes in my ears as my heart races. Maddox is holding my hand, squeezing, as we cling to the railing and watch in horror as Keenan begins to approach the royal box, his head held high.
Maddox’s warriors are lingering on the edge of the field, waiting for Maddox’s command to end the match, but he hesitates, his brow furrowing as he gazes at the black mass of fur and blood lying still in the center of the field.
I slowly turn my gaze to Trinity, who has her eyes closed, her fingers knitted as she prays.
“Is that it?” Antony says somewhere behind us. “Is he dead?”
I turn back to the field just in time to see Elijah twitch, slowly raising his head.
“Maddox, look!” I say, shakily
