Thora's POV: When I returned to the fighting arena, Harvey's match was wrapping up. In his wolf form, his front claws dug deep into his opponent's shoulder blades, his wolf power driving his fangs hard against the other guy's throat. Only after his opponent went completely limp did he slam him to the ground, securing the win. Ashton was shouting nonstop from the sidelines, nothing like his usual refined demeanor. Ashton noticed me and excitedly started describing everything. "Thora, you're back! Damn, you missed one hell of a fight. You have no idea how close it was ... " His excitement was contagious, and I found myself grinning as I looked toward the ring. Harvey had already shifted back to human form and was toweling off the sweat. When he saw me looking, he waved. I nodded back in response. "Harvey's close-combat skills are seriously strong," I said honestly. Ashton immediately jumped in. "Yeah, they are! Harvey's father used to be a champion-level fighter back in the day, the kind who could tear through ten Rogues barehanded! Harvey's been training in combat with him since he was a kid. His fundamentals are rock solid!" I nodded and added my assessment. "His wolf power hits are powerful. If he could sharpen his reaction speed in wolf form even more, he'd be unstoppable. Right now he's still a bit slow." Ashton's mouth twitched. "Don't let him hear you say that, or you'll crush his spirit." "Just calling it like I see it." "Hey, wait. Where'd you go just now?" Ashton asked.I answered casually, "The bathroom." At that moment, Harvey, who was shirtless, made his way over to us through the roaring crowd. "Nice work," Ashton said, hitting Harvey's chest. "I bet my whole allowance on you. Good thing you didn't let me down." "Screw off!" Harvey shot back with annoyance. Ashton pulled his hand back and scoffed. "What, you want to fight?" Harvey sneered. "With your scrawny build? Haven't gotten beaten up enough yet?" Ashton pursed his lips and shut up, conceding defeat. I'd gotten used to how they interacted and just watched from the side. It wasn't until Harvey turned to look at me that I offered genuine praise. "Really impressive."This kid who radiated raw toughness instantly flushed red, his tanned skin turning crimson. Seeing his embarrassment, I did what I used to do with the soldiers under my command and gave him a light fist bump on the chest. "Your bone density and muscle definition in wolf form are solid, and your explosive power is strong too. No need to be embarrassed." Harvey had an excellent physique with eight-pack abs clearly defined, not an ounce of fat anywhere. Even the muscles around his shoulders and neck showed the tautness that came from years of combat. In wolf form, his gray-brown fur had a matte sheen, his limbs showed smooth muscle lines, and the explosive force of his strikes could instantly shatter an ordinary werewolf's defense. He was a natural-born combat wolf. This underground fight club only cared about wins and losses. Nobody gave a damn about the brutality in the ring. The fact that Harvey had made a name for himself here proved he had real talent."Harvey." "Yeah?" Harvey, who'd just finished pulling on his shirt, looked at me questioningly. I locked eyes with him and asked seriously, "Do you want to spend your whole life fighting in an underground club?" Harvey froze, clearly never having thought of that question before. Even as we left the underground black market, he still hadn't given me a straight answer. "You're not even 17 yet. You can decide your own future. Do you just want to win fights and earn glory that only exists underground, or do you want to do something more worthwhile, something that proves your value matters?" I left him with those words. Seeing Harvey lost in thought, I didn't wait for his response and said goodbye to them both before heading home.I knew they were the same type as me and wouldn't settle for mediocrity. With their family backgrounds, they could coast through life comfortably, but clearly they didn't want that. Otherwise Harvey wouldn't come to this underground fight club alone to compete, and Ashton wouldn't rebel against the diplomatic career path his family had laid out for him, stubbornly insisting on becoming a singer instead. They just needed someone to wake them up ...