They were now in the arena.
There were levels of rows of seats filled with the people of the Isle of lycanthrope.
The members of the crescent pack along with Xaden sat up front.
It was now dark and the only reflection of light was the moon.
Erik stood in the middle of the open circle without a shirt.
He would turn to a wolf once the bell for the commencement of the fight was rung.
Erik watched as his father came to view and there was cheering and jubilations from the people of Lycanthrope.
"I still do not believe that Erik never told anyone that his father was the King of lycanthrope." Owen said.
"Not just that he is also the heir to the throne of lycanthrope." Rowan murmured.
Xaden sighed feeling uncomfortable that he was seated in his chair like a king while his second in command and best friend was about to fight with an immortal being who happened to be none other than his own father.