The Blue Moon pack is one of the packs in the north region that has a small population compared to its neighbor, the Red Moon pack. They don't stand out in any field. The only thing that stands out compared to other packs is that the Blue Moon pack is known to have a warm and friendly attitude towards everyone.
Just like other packs, Blue Moon has a maturity ceremony to determine who has the right to become an Alpha. They will fight for three days and three nights to prove who is the most powerful and formidable in the ceremony.
In the maturity ceremony this time, not only did Morgan participate, many other candidate Alphas participated, but the most prominent candidates were Morgan and Luke. They almost had similarities in all areas.
At the age of seventeen, Luke is a werewolf with dark brown fur that matches his eyes. He hasn't marked his Luna at all, or maybe he still hasn't found his Luna in the Blue Moon pack, in contrast to Morgan, who has assigned his Luna to his childhood friend, Giselle.
A torchlight flashed on the outskirts of the field, illuminating the people standing on the outskirts of the field shirtless. There were about ten young men there, plus five adults who looked dignified. They all stood tall and lined up neatly.
"Tonight will be the first night in the selection of Alpha's successor candidates," said a man who had a body larger than the others and a smile on his lips, as if to imply a lot of things that would be done by the young Alpha candidates.
"Right now, those beside you are no longer your friends or family, they are real enemies that must be defeated. Being an Alpha is not being ruthless, you have to use rationality in your actions."
The man sighed, even though he was old enough to serve as Alpha in his pack, he was certainly not an Alpha who managed to bring lucky stars in the eyes of other packs, apart from their hospitality, they rarely got into conflict with any pack so that their fighting skills could be said, not enough.
But when his eyes met the eyes of Morgan and Luke squaring off in the middle of the field, he realized. Those two people are superior seeds. They seem to have been born in the wrong pack, like diamonds wallowing in the mud.
Even though he felt that way, the man was optimistic that if his pack was in the hands of one of them, their pack would grow and not be underestimated by others.
Morgan has agile strength, his movements are rhythmic and orderly, but cause more impact on the opponent than Luke's. His movements seem slow and heavy, but when he finds a target, he will immediately destroy it without hesitation.
The maturity ceremony took place fiercely, alpha Blue Moon put a protective seal around the field to prevent Luna, beta, or omega from hindering the continuation of this ceremony.
"Hallo," Morgan said when he met Luke's face, compared to the other candidates, Morgan had targeted himself to fight Luke long ago. "Want to fight with me first?"
Luke raised his eyes, he had a sinister smile on his face.
"You get so arrogant when you have Giselle," Luke said, his eyes gleaming with anger.
"Heh, you envy me?"
Morgan laughed disdainfully, then whistled and ignored the other candidates hitting each other around him.
"Too bad, I never envied you."
Luke stretched his arms, he then stepped towards Morgan and threw a punch.
Morgan didn't stay still, he did the same thing over and over again. The field that had been covered with dry soil was now slowly getting wet with raindrops and drizzle. The splashes of mud seemed to create the illusion of how hard they fought.
The sound of skin clashing and how much blood fell into the mud was a silent witness to how hard the maturity ceremony was, in the end, among the ten candidates, only Morgan and Luke were left.
Luke tried to stabilize his erratic breathing. Not far from him, Morgan was already slamming another candidate into the mud. Traces of blood and mud mixed on his face. The man turned to Luke and put on a smug look on his face.
"Ah… we are destined to be enemies."
Luke snorted, he had never liked Morgan's temperament. Apart from their opposite natures, Morgan was also always superior to him in every way.
Especially when it comes to Luna.
Who in the Blue Moon pack doesn't know Giselle and Michelle?
The two White wolves were prima donnas, whose beauty spread even outside the pack. They had large eyes and healthy tan skin. Their perfect body shape was followed by a gentle temperament. Many said anyone lucky enough to get one of them would experience the luck and blessings of the Moon Goddess.
Luke was one of those people who believed that, compared to Michelle, he liked Giselle more. Even though they were both twins, there was a slight difference in their behavior, Giselle never looked down on him, on the contrary, she always smiled the same way at everyone, including Morgan.
And that's what made Luke hate Morgan even more.
Morgan skillfully gets Giselle first, and although they haven't done the unification process yet, their relationship has spread throughout the pack.
Luke must defeat Morgan to get Giselle's attention back to him.
BUGH!
With the sound of clashing punches, Morgan was pushed back when he felt Luke's punch was harder than usual. He jumped up and swung his kick at Luke.
"You're getting serious now, but it's fun." Morgan grinned widely, then spun around and threw his fists at the man.
Luke held it. He clenched his fists back and smacked them at Morgan. The man wasted no time grabbing Morgan's shoulder and slamming him into the muddy ground.
"Don't underestimate me."
Luke swung his legs, Morgan, who was lying down, immediately hooked his legs around Luke's waist and dragged him down to the ground. He got up and aimed his fist at Luke's face.
BUGH!
Blood splattered on his face, and Luke coughed. However, a second later, he spat in Morgan's face with hateful eyes, his teeth gritting.
"Let's bet life and death on this ceremony."
Morgan smiled, he jumped back and put on an alert. "Ah, looks like I hit too hard for you to start thinking nonsense."
Luke stood up, he wiped the corners of his bloody lips, then his eyes fixed on Morgan's figure under the pouring rain.
"There's no need to bet because I'm the one who will win today's ceremony of maturity."