Becky POV
I arrived just in time to see Anita talking trash about burning my family.
I swore I was going to burn her alive one day.
"The duel still stands."
The moment I stepped onto the platform, the noise faded.
I could see the look of shock on Anita's face. Before I arrived here, I had faced two werewolves trying to stop me from reaching the arena.
From the looks of it now, they had to be placed by Anita.
The stone beneath my boots was warm from the morning sun. I had traveled down to Atlas.
I had etched runes meant to suppress power because the old man feared I was going to go berserk. If I wanted to go berserk, I would have done that a long time ago with level 3.
The silver-haired kid also steps out of the crowd with a daring smirk plastered on his lips.
Drey walked up to me. "What happened, Becky? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine; something came up." I answered, not sparing him any glance, because he stood there while his Beta threw me under the bus.
