Punches rained from all angles, and Alpha Apollo felt dizzy as he couldn't feel his wolf anymore.
The next thing he felt was the pain in his chest before he fell on the floor, blood dripping from his nose, mouth, and the spot of the stab. Alpha Denzel had stabbed a vital organ, draining the life out of him.
Four more visiting warriors from Alpha Apollo's pack lowered their knees to the floor with their heads bowed as Alpha Denzel addressed the third Alpha.
Through all the fight, there was no jubilation. Until he conquered all the five Alphas, no one was sure how the day was going to end, so it was better not to celebrate too early.
"Alpha Chase, pick your weapon," Alpha Denzel said, going back to his rope. But Alpha Chase, being skillful with the rope, opted for it.
"I want the rope."
