TESSA POV
*trigger warning: gore, mutilation*
The world burned red.
Not metaphorically—literally. My vision tinted scarlet, a thin veil of fury blurring everything but him.
Tyler.
The pathetic excuse of a wolf who dared bare his fangs at me.
Who dared try to mark me. During a duel.
My pulse roared in my ears. Every breath was a growl. I could still feel the ghost of his teeth against my neck, a phantom sting that made my stomach twist in rage.
He wanted to mark me?
Fine. I’d mark him instead. Just in an unconventional way.
I turned slowly toward prince Simon, my voice cutting through the silence like a blade.
“What’s the punishment,” I asked, every word deliberate, “for a wolf who tries to mark his opponent during a duel?”
The prince’s eyes glimmered—dark amusement and somethi
