Haiden:
So Ian wasn't wrong.
Patrick had mixed it into the bottle beforehand.
I watched him tilt his head back and drain every last drop before tossing the empty bottle aside.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and laughed to himself.
Then he turned towards me and chuckled before swaggering back to the middle of the arena, as though he had already won.
His grin stretched from ear to ear.
It was his confidence in the medicine that made him look so self-assured.
"Everyone ready to watch my wolf?" he called, spreading his arms dramatically.
The arena fell silent, possibly because nobody had ever invited people to watch their wolf with such confidence unless it was exceptionally powerful.
After everything people had heard about his cruelty, they must have wondered if his powerful wolf was the reason he believed he was untouchable.
Patrick chuckled to himself.
His breathing grew heavier, and a grin twisted across his face as he clenched both fists.
