Ravena's POV
A chill suddenly ran down my spine, not from fear, but from recognition. I had seen that look before, in the eyes of wolves who had lost everything. Wolves with nothing left to lose.
She hurried towards the dagger, her fingers clawing at the dirt like she was drowning and it was her only lifeline. The moment her hand closed around the hilt, she held the blade up and a portion of the crowd cheered.
"Finish her, Astrid. Show her what real warriors are made of!"
"Make her bleed!"
The cheers fed her like fuel to a dying fire. Her lips curled into a savage grin, her bloodshot eyes shining with renewed purpose. She rolled her shoulders back, testing her grip on the weapon.
But then, from the other side of the arena, different voices rose.
"General Ravena has this."
"Look ho
