Echo

I looked back a the female lycan. She had straight white hair that reached her waist but it was styled in a way that it partially covered one part of her eyes while the rest was pulled to the back and held in place by an elastic. She had sharply arched eyebrows and cold nearly black eyes that regarded me steely. Her stance was wide in preparation for fighting.

The crowd began to mumble and whisper to themselves asking questions like how and why. I also asked that question myself.

Why does Ceaser want me to fight one of his? What did he want to prove? How did it...