Yet, Clyde, with his unyielding resolve, stood firm, his determination unshaken.
What was meant to be a duel to the death between him and Tristan had been twisted into a hunting match.
The High Council's latest decree—a new rule about the future mate of the winning Pureblood—had shifted the balance.
Now, almost every influential family, save for the Ashbournes, had pledged their loyalty to Tristan, tipping the scales against Clyde.
As the helicopter touched down, the Alpha stepped out onto the vast, frozen expanse.
The air was thick, each breath a cold, biting reminder of the hostile world he was about to face.
His blue eyes narrowed as they swept across the landscape, every inch of it disturbingly familiar.
A faint scoff escaped his lips, a bitter acknowledgment of the lengths to which his enemies had gone to crush him.
The frozen forest stretched out before him, the very ground on which the hunt would take place.
