**Shadows Hearts by Joseph King**
**Chapter 55: A Question Worth Asking**
**Thora’s POV:**
As I stepped back into the chaotic energy of the fighting arena, I could feel the adrenaline still pulsing through the air. The match featuring Harvey was nearing its conclusion, and the atmosphere crackled with excitement.
In his wolf form, Harvey was a sight to behold. His powerful front claws were deeply embedded in the shoulder blades of his opponent, while his fierce fangs were poised dangerously close to the other guy’s throat. It was a display of raw strength and dominance. Only when his adversary went completely limp did Harvey release his grip, slamming him to the ground with a decisive thud that echoed through the arena, marking his victory.
From the sidelines, Ashton was a whirlwind of energy, his usual composed demeanor completely replaced by unrestrained enthusiasm. “Thora, you’re back! You have no idea what you missed! It was an incredible fight; it was like watching a storm unfold!”
His exuberance was infectious, and I couldn’t help but smile as I turned my gaze toward the ring, where the aftermath of the battle was still settling.
Harvey had already reverted to his human form, his body glistening with sweat as he toweled himself off. The moment our eyes met, he flashed me a wave, a simple gesture that sent a warm flutter through my chest.
I returned the wave with a nod, feeling a swell of pride for him. “Harvey’s close-combat skills are seriously impressive,” I remarked, my voice steady and sincere.
Ashton chimed in eagerly, his eyes sparkling with admiration. “Absolutely! You know, Harvey’s dad was a champion fighter back in his day! The kind of fighter who could take on ten Rogues without breaking a sweat! Harvey’s been training with him since he was a kid. His fundamentals are rock solid!”
I nodded in agreement, my analytical mind assessing the details. “His wolf power hits are powerful. If he could just sharpen his reaction speed in wolf form a bit more, he’d be unstoppable. Right now, he’s still a tad slow.”
Ashton’s expression shifted, a playful smirk creeping onto his face. “Just don’t let him hear you say that, or you might crush his spirit.”
“Hey, I’m just calling it like I see it,” I replied, a hint of mischief in my tone.
“Wait a second, where did you disappear to just now?” Ashton inquired, his curiosity piqued.
I shrugged casually, “The bathroom.”
At that moment, Harvey approached us, his shirtless form radiating confidence amidst the roaring crowd.
“Nice work out there,” Ashton said, playfully slapping Harvey on the chest. “I bet my entire allowance on you! Good thing you didn’t let me down!”
“Screw off!” Harvey retorted, annoyance lacing his voice, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
Ashton retracted his hand, raising an eyebrow. “What? You want to fight me now?”


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