SIENNA
Sienna stepped forward first, fire in her eyes, her expression carved in the same brutal confidence Thomas wore.
The crowd was already in a frenzy when Sienna stalked across the arena floor, every movement predatory and arrogant. She didn’t walk—she prowled. Her opponent, a more seasoned she-wolf from a northern pack, shifted early, hoping to intimidate Sienna with her speed.
Mistake.
Sienna dodged the first lunge with a laugh, then slammed her fist into the wolf’s ribs with a crack that echoed across the stadium. She fought dirty—not dishonorably, but with a savagery that was uniquely hers. At times, she was brutal, ruthless in the precision of her strikes. And then, without warning, she’d step back, circling with a playful cruelty, letting the crowd’s anticipation build.
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