Ethan
“There will be no fighting in the meeting hall,” Alpha Rich said. He was one of the elder alphas still strong enough to be in power and this was his territory. Dante stopped his shift and gave a curt nod in his direction.
“Follow me,” Alpha Richard ordered as he headed out of the meeting hall. We followed his lead until we were outside. The snow crunched under our feet as we made our way to the field.
Here in the north, fights were held in an open clearing. Pack members and visiting alphas came to spectate and usually bet on who would come out on top. But this situation was severe since a lower leveled alpha dared to challenge me in the middle of a meeting.
Ninety-eight percent of the time the fights are to the death but I had no plans of dying here today. My mate was waiting for me and I’ve made her wait long enough.
