Then I see it—a final pair of night-glow orbs bobbing in the darkness of the doorway. She appears like a great silver-white ghost, even larger than the rest, trailing into the light with her head lowered in silent aggression. Her upper lip twitches over her teeth, on the edge of a snarl. The light from the lamps above glints gold on her pale fur. The air grows still. The cheers have died down. The entire arena watches with bated breath as Anassa slowly stalks toward me.
The aura
