Two Bureau guards came through the arena's east tunnel before the crowd had finished cheering.
They wore Continental standard-issue, grey jackets with the restraint sigils stitched into the shoulders, the kind that activated on contact with beast-class entities.
One of them was carrying a suppression collar sized for a large canine.
Grimm pressed against Soren's leg.
Through the bond she was already calculating exits, but she was too spent from the fight to shadow-step.
"Kane, Soren." The lead guard read from a tablet without looking up.
"Your bonded entity displayed a Primordial-class energy signature during a sanctioned combat event. Per Continental Bureau Protocol 14-C, we're authorized to detain the entity for classification pending..."
He kept talking but Soren stopped listening after "detain."
The second guard moved toward Grimm with the collar held open.
Soren stepped between them. "Don't touch my wolf."
"Mr. Kane, this isn't a request."
