Sienna & Luca
The Summit grounds still pulsed with leftover adrenaline. Warriors celebrated, alphas boasted, and elders debated the fight in breathless disbelief. But the noise felt distant—like echoing thunder Luca had already outrun.
His ribs ached from Raven’s ghost-strike. His jaw still throbbed from a blow he hadn’t seen coming. But all he felt was alive—dangerously alive.
He was headed down one of the stone corridors behind the arena when he felt the shift in the air.
A scent.
Dark rose.
The strong, sweet fragrance of Moon flowers.
Steel.
Then—
Sienna stepped out of the shadows.
Her eyes were molten. Her expression unreadable—dangerous in a way that mirrored his own.
She had shed the tactical gear for something else entirely. It was a slip of a dress—flowy, feminine, and a
