Claim

The air in the room was thick with the smell of fear and anticipation, a sickening cocktail that turned Slater's stomach. Cheers erupted around him, a barbaric symphony celebrating the impending violence.
He kept his gaze fixed on the arena, a pit of despair disguised as entertainment. Below, two werewolves, muzzles and leashes restricting their power, were led out. They snarled at each other, forced into a fight they didn't want.
"Is everyone ready?" Slater linked to his pack, his voice a low rumble in their minds.
'Yes, alpha!' came the chorus of replies.
'Good, it's almost time. We can't afford any mistakes.'
The lights dimmed, plunging the audience into a frenzy of excitement. Slater's eyes narrowed as the man in charge finally emerged, stepping into the center of the arena. This was it.
'Now!' Slater commanded through the link, rising from his seat. Chaos erupted as his warriors and those from allied packs moved, the hunt now turning on the hunters. Slater raced towards the arena, his focus solely on the two captive wolves.