Oscar:
I lay flat on my back, the dust of the arena thick in my lungs, but it wasn't the fall that stole my breath—it was *her*.
Evaline Greystone.
The girl whose face had been etched into a corner of my mind I didn't dare acknowledge. The girl I had only seen *once*—barely an hour in total—and yet her eyes had haunted me since.
And now, she was here. In my arena. In my world. And she had just *defeated me* in front of hundreds.
I should have been angry.
I should have launched to my feet and demanded an explanation—who let her in, why she was here, what she wanted. She wasn't just anyone. She was *his* daughter.
The daughter of the man who brought our pack to ruin. Who orchestrated the betrayal that nearly cost us our lives. Her father's blood soaked the memories of our past, the same blood that ran through *her* veins.
I sat up slowly, my gaze locked on her retreating figure.
