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Delilah. In a grim and chaotic scene, a fatal fight erupts between strong werewolves. I grip my seat as the tension has reached a breaking point, and the air has grown thick with aggression. At every point, there is growling and shouting as claws fly and bodies clash. It is a fight without weapons. Blood has been spilled, and the sounds of bones cracking are making my stomach roll. I watch as Desimind fights, Angel is in the crowd and I can see the worry on her face. I cannot watch any longer when a stronger wolf claws Desmond to the ground and bashes his head. I squint, the visions of Thorn and how he defeated the red wolves evading my mind and I am about to get up. Thorn grabs a hold of my hand and he doesn’t say a word. “What are you doing?” I ask. “You are to stay here until the t