The School of Wolves

The oppressive scent of sweat hung heavy in the small arena, thick with the obnoxious hollering of students, their echoes amplifying the din. My heart hammered against my ribs with every ticking second, a frantic drumbeat I desperately feared would be heard by those around me. The thought alone made my hands tremble, threatening to betray a weakness I could never afford to show.
Just then, the announcer, a towering figure, sprang onto the seven-foot-high podium, microphone in hand. His deep voice boomed, cutting through the clamor and whipping the crowd into a frenzy.
“Next up is the fight between Cress and Aubrey!”
A sudden, eerie silence descended, a split second of held breath before the arena erupted into a wild roar. This was the fight everyone had been waiting for: the human, pitted against a beta's daughter.
