There was a scattering of whispers after her call out. Lone Wolf. It made me glance at Remus who ignored the whispers of his supposed title – one that I had only assumed before – and walked into the arena. Following behind him, I saw all the Werewolves head swivel in near unison as they followed our path. Remus stopped near the bottom of the recessed coliseum, standing next to the boxing ring. "Are all the packs here?" He questioned no one in particular.