“In that case, take the woman somewhere else. Somewhere quieter.”
 
 He hesitates, glances toward Sam, then shakes his head.
 
 “I… I can’t. That’s not what I was told. There’s nowhere else for her here. Normally only males are kept in this section. Females are sent to different quarters…”
 
 He trails off. His gaze shifts, avoiding mine.
 
 And I understand what he’s not saying.
 
 I grit my teeth. On second thought, I’d rather she stay here. Under my watch.
 
 Better that than whatever those ‘other quarters’ imply.
 
 Still, the threat hanging over her is very real.
 
 Most of the new arrivals look like they were forced into this. But some don’t.
 
 Some wear that twitchy, eager look—desperate to prove themselves in the arena. Like predators scenting vulnerable prey, they’ve already picked out the weakest target.
 
 Sam.
 
 “Listen up!” I shout, my voice cracking through the hangar like a whip.
 
 They freeze. They turn toward me.
 
 “This woman’s name is Sam. She is under my protection. Anyone who lays a hand on her without her consent will answer to me. Is that clear?”
 
 Some nod without making eye contact.
 
 Three Humans, though, are staring her down with a predatory gleam. One of them—a bald-headed bastard—mutters something to the other two.
 
 “I said—IS THAT CLEAR?” I bark louder.
 
 “Yeah, yeah, we get it… You just wanna keep her for yourself, huh?” the bald one sneers. “But your little honeymoon’s over. There’s three of us now. You really think you can take us all at once?”
 
 I stare at him, cold smile on my lips.
 
 “Wanna bet?”
 
 The air tightens. The bald one sizes me up, jaw clenched. His two buddies exchange a glance, uncertain now. Maybe they thought I’d back down.
 
 Bad calculation.
 
 I take a step forward.
 
 “Go ahead. Try me. But know this—
 
 the first one who moves, I break. And the other two will follow.”
 
 Cueball chuckles, but it rings hollow.
 
 “You’re bluffing.”
 
 I don’t answer. I just hold his gaze… and slowly unsheathe my claws.
 
 “Last warning,” I say, voice low and even.
 
 “You touch her—you won’t live long enough to see the arena.”