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Lya's POV

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting its golden rays upon the wolf tournament grounds, a surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins.

The crowd's anticipation echoed in my ears, their cheers igniting a fire within me.

Center stage, I stood poised, my crimson fur shimmering under the moon's gentle embrace.

Before me stood a formidable opponent, a male wolf known for his strength and agility. The air crackled with tension, a silent understanding that only one of us would emerge victorious. The referee's signal pierced the night, and without hesitation, we lunged into battle.

In an instant, he launched himself towards me, his jaws snapping with primal hunger. Instincts took over, and I swiftly evaded his attack, my lithe form flowing effortlessly.

I countered with calculated precision, striking at his weaknesses, determined to gain the upper hand.

Our dance of dominance unfolded, a symphony of speed and strategy. His ferocity was unmatched, his raw power evident in