Sienna’s POV
The battle was horrifying.
I stood beside my father with my heart trapped in my throat, unable to look away from the wolves tearing into one another. Blood covered the battleground, darkening the earth beneath their paws. I could no longer tell how much belonged to Kael, Nolan, Darius or Viktor.
When Viktor’s jaws locked around Bruce’s neck, a scream tore from my lips.
“Nolan!”
My body moved forward before I could think. I would have run straight into the arena if my father had not grabbed my arm and held me back.
“Don’t, Sienna,” he warned. “You cannot interfere.”
“That’s my brother!”
“I know.”
The pain in his voice stopped me almost as effectively as his grip.
Nolan was his son.
He was watching one child being crushed in Viktor’s jaws while another fought desperat
