Chapter 63
Ethan
I enter the dim building, the scent of wolves surrounding me.
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Since there are no pack lands here in the East like there are in the West, we had to agree on a location to hold the challenge in, which ended up being this empty warehouse. Ryan gave me the information about the building- it isn’t owned by anyone or being used currently. In fact, it hasn’t been used in a year, sitting empty after the form
owner put it up for sale.
By the smell of it, there are at least thirty wolves in the building, some giving off the scent from the Bluemoon Pack and others belonging to various packs from the West.
No doubt Jameson invited several wolves from the area to spectate. As per challenge rules, there must be neutral witnesses that will not interfere with the fight but also some who can report the results back to the council
“Alpha Montgomery, welcome,” a voice calls out as I step into the main room of the building. A makeshift fighting ring the center of the room with several men standing around the fighting floor.
sits in
“Jameson,” greet, which annoys him if the strained tick in his jaw is anything to go by. I have no doubt the fact that I didn’t give him a title when speaking to him is what irritates him
The Alpha–to–be narrows his eyes at me, watching as I step through the crowd and into the middle of the floor where we will fight.
I wouldn’t put it past Jameson to think he’s high enough for everyone to address him with respect, but for me, I don’t extend my respect to the foolish kid. With only a few years between us in age, I already run a Pack whereas he hasn’t begun his takeover yet.
My father seems to believe it’s because Alpha Moore doesn’t want anyone else to be Alpha, not even his son. We’ve wondered how long he’ll hold onto the title. My vote is until he dies, which is probably why Jameson is so set on challenging
“Let’s get
this over with, Jameson. I have more important places to be, I announce, shedding my shirt. I stretch my arms, shake out the stiffness in my tight muscles, and wait for Jameson to step into the ring.
After training all day. I’m ready to go back to Fiona
My father was right about one thing. This fight isn’t worth my time because Jameson isn’t worth my time, but Fiona is the opposite. I would give her all of my time if I could
“Yes, yes. I know you’re a busy man, Ethan. It’s why you delayed our fight for nearly two months,” Jameson says, stepping into the ring with me. I didn’t necessarily delay because I’m busy, more because I didn’t want to deal with a brat like Jameson.
A loud crack sounds through the room as he twists his neck in preparation.
“Then let us begin.” I tell him, motioning for a start. The sooner this is over, the sooner I can leave.
He nods, crouching in a fighting position in his human form.
my arms, waiting for him to make the first move. I’ve never seen him fight before, so when he lunges, I focus on his movement as I dodge several punches.
When I notice the slight hesitation of his left leg, I strike. My foot slams into his left thigh, sending him flying back with a
grunt
Jameson comes charging at me again, throwing punch after punch. None hit me, but the moment I swing on him, my knuckles Crunch against his ribs. With a stumble, he falls back but not before trying to kick me
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f two seconds for me to extend my claws and slice four perfect cuts through his thigh
He curses jumping back with a wince, which amuses me.
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“Ter’s show this pup he can’t push into our life,” my wolf growls, pushing forward. This time, I allow him to come.
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My entire body tightens, fur sprouting through my skin as my body twists and pops, contorting and shifting. The final burst ges through my body as my wolf fully emerges, becoming one with me as he takes over.
We growl and lunge, swiping long, sharp claws at Jameson. They connect, slicing into his arm. He jumps back, surprised by the sudden attack, but he shouldn’t be. He’s seen me fight before, when he was a bit younger.
My teeth soap at him, inches from his throat because he rolls and then shifts. He lands on all fours, shuffling back with a chuffing growl
The little prick is laughing at me
He dans forward, jumping, but I dodge his attack and clamp my teeth around his hind leg. Satisfaction swells within me when he yelps and tries to wiggle free. It’s no use, though. I lock my jaw, driving my teeth into the bone of his leg.
A pained howl breaks through the loud shouts from the crowd. Some of the shouts are angry, coming from the Bluemoon Pack members that came with Jameson, and others are excited, urging us to keep going. To fight more.
Jameson growls from my hold, kicking one of his paws toward my face.
Euing my back legs to shove against has stomach, I release Jameson from my teeth and Launch him through the air. His body ges flying across the empty space of the fighting ring, colliding with a pillar.
The crowd falls quiet
Jameson’s body slides to the floor with a thud.
“Alpha Jameson!” Someone from the crowd yells, and I roll my eyes. He isn’t an Alpha yet, and having his subordinates call him by the Alpha title is incredibly disrespectful to the true Alpha. I wonder if his father knows.
To end this boy’s misery, I dart forward and pounce. My teeth find Jameson’s neck and I growl, filtering every bit of my Alpha command into the snarl
A whimper falls from his wolf, and he cowers, letting his head fall to the side in a show of submission.
After a moment, I drop Jameson to the floor and stand, shifting back to my human form.
away I
“Our winner is Alpha Montgomery!” The officiate shouts. I nod to the man who then nods back, turns, and walks away to make the call to the council that I’ve won the fight.
It was never a question, at least in my mind, that I’d win, but with a challenge, you must go through the entire process.
Challenge sent..
Accepting or denying
The fight
The ruling
Now he must go off and inform the council so they can make sure each pack knows who wor
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“You bastard,” Jameson growls, standing in his human form from where left him on the floor. He glares at me before litung. his fingers to his lip to whistle.
In the time it takes me to blink, several men move forward, surrounding us.
“You should leave while you can. Jameson.” I warn, my eyes tracking each man as they make their way to the floor and cinde around the two of us. If he breaks the rules of a challenge, he runs the risk of being reprimanded or punished by the council.
“The challenge is over, Ethan. It won’t matter how things end now,” Jameson says, cracking his unattached to my pack or Jameson’s disappear, leaving me with him and his men.
With a snarl of irritation at his nerve, I lunge forward.
kles. The Lycans
is that are
“This little brat should learn his place,” my wolf demands, pushing me to show the little Alpha–to–be what happens when he doesn’t follow the rules.
Just as my hand clamps around Jameson’s neck, something cold and hot at the same time slices across my back. A burning flame crawls through my veins, starting in my back and reaching out until it extends into my arms and legs.
“What did you do?”
Reaching behind me. I feel the cut that stretches across my back seeping with warm blood. My fingers, coated in blood, begin to shake as my body grows weak The fingers around Jameson’s throat twitch and go slack.
“Just dosed you with wolfsbane,” he says with a smirk. He brushes my hand off his neck, plants his foot in my torso, and pushes, sending me to the floor with a solid thud and groan.
“This isn’t go–oo…. My wolf’s voice trails off, disappears from my mind as the poison sweeps through me. In his place, darkness slides in, fogging up my mind. Wolfsbane has been banned in the West because of the sickening affects it has on Lycans, yet despite the law against the herb, Jameson got ahold of it.
I growl, the sound much weaker than before. I’ve never been without my wolf. Since I was a child, he’s been in my head for better or worse, but now, I feel nothing. No presence. No voice. Not even the small weight within that I usually feel even if I shut him out
“You’ll pay for that,” I snarl, pushing myself to my feet again.
“And how will that happen?” Jameson asks, spreading his arms. The men watch me, and I make a point to make eye contact with each one of them as they move in closer.
When I’m standing again. I steady myself.
“This is your only chance to walk away, I announce. The ten sets of eyes begin to glow in signal that they’re about to shift The man who cut me with the wolfsbane knife is still holding the weapon. If I can’t shift, then I will need to get that and use
However, ten against one still isn’t the best odds.
