Everyone who could hear him gasped—because, honestly, drama this juicy didn't happen every day.
The Trial of Claim was the ultimate challenge—a brutal test to determine who was truly worthy of the Alpha title.
The stakes were simple: if the current Alpha lost, he'd be exiled as a rogue. If the challenger lost, it meant death. There was no compromise, no mercy, no second chances.
"No! What are you doing?!" Morgan grabbed for Vesper's wrist, but the werewolf shook him off, too driven by desperation to think clearly.
"Let me do this, Morgan," Vesper said, sounding as if he were a martyr. "I can't take this humiliation. I've given so much to this pack. What was I expecting? Recognition? Praise? No. I only did what I thought was right for my pack."
"Are you sure this is what you want?" Thorin asked, cutting off Vesper's pitiful monologue before it got worse.
