_Zarek’s POV_Zade scooped Astrid into his arms like she weighed nothing, her blood staining the front of his shirt. Her head lolled and eyes swollen shut, mouth cracked open with pain. The sight stirred up my wolf, but I tried to keep my damn head in check.The crowd didn’t cheer. They just watched silently. The anger radiating off me was enough to silence them all.“She’s gonna be alright,” Zade muttered, more to himself than anyone. He turned to Shiski, the beta and the short man who ran this bloodpit. He was a rat-faced bastard with too much confidence. “We’ll be back, Skiski, we’re not done yet.”He rolled his eyes arrogantly and waved us off.Fucking asshole.Zade turned to look at me. “Let’s go.”I stared back at him, then at Astrid. “You take her. I’ll catch up.”He narrowed his eyes, but didn’t argue. “Fine. Don’t take long.”Then they disappeared, leaving behind blood, silence, and the sick stench of sweat. I walked toward the alley behind the fight room. The cold air slappe
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