Elowen had the brilliant idea of hosting a sleepover party, and the females loved it.
And so it happened that Mirabelle's males were forced to spend the evening without her.
Which was probably for the best.
Because only the Beast Goddess knew what Mirabelle might have done while in her current state of intoxication.
Silas, Kaelith, and Lucien found themselves once again in a familiar underground arena to work off some accumulated frustration and establish a hierarchy among themselves...
Let's just leave them under the illusion that they had any say in the matter.
The underground arena was illuminated by the rows of flickering torches mounted along the stone walls.
The massive roots descended from the ceiling like the limbs of ancient sleeping giants, twisting through the rock and disappearing into the darkness above.
Dark sand still covered the arena floor, as it had for generations.
The air smelled of dust, sweat, iron, and old battles.
