The black wolf and the brown wolf circled each other, ready to strike. Low snarls rumbled from their throats, vibrating through the arena. Their sharp teeth were bared in a primal show of dominance and challenge.
As if their growls weren’t enough to set their audience’s nerves on edge, the drummers began to play a dark, ominous rhythm. The war sound heightened the frenzy in the air, wrapping around the audience, pulling them into the moment until every heart seemed to beat in time with the drums.
The atmosphere grew suffocating, thick with tension and raw anticipation. No one said a word, suspended on the edge of chaos.
The two wolves charged at each other with bone-crushing force.
Dominic’s brown wolf pivoted at the last second, using the momentum to deliver a devastating kick to Asher’s side. The impact was so powerful it sent the black wolf hurtling through the air.
Boom!
Asher’s body slammed into the edge of the ring, crashing against the sandbags with a sickening thud before rolling across the ground. Dust exploded into the air.
"What the...?" Roman shot to his feet, shock etched across his face. The hell was that?!
Even Irene had risen, her hand gripping Aeron’s arm tightly. That didn’t seem normal. Was Dominic always that strong?
She wasn’t alone. Elijah’s wineglass froze midair, his gaze narrowing with instant suspicion. Something about Dominic’s strength didn’t feel right.
Inside the ring, Asher staggered to his feet. Sand clung to his black fur, his chest heaving as a low, guttural snarl vibrated from deep within him. His already slitted eyes narrowed into razor-thin lines as they locked on Dominic. That strike had hurt more than it should have. Just as he had suspected, Dominic came prepared.
As if reading his thoughts, Dominic bared his teeth in a silent taunt.
Asher lunged again, this time moving with lethal precision, refusing to leave his flank open. Their bodies collided once more as they fought for dominance.
The crowd held their breath as the battle raged, knowing only one outcome awaited the wolf who ended up pinned beneath the other, and it was death.
Asher fought with everything he had, but Dominic was far stronger, his strikes carrying an unnatural force that threatened to overpower him.
He barely slipped free before Dominic could pin him, rolling across the sand in desperation. But he wasn’t fast enough because Dominic’s claws slashed across his side in a brutal swipe.
The crowd gasped in unison.
Three deep, bleeding claw marks marred Asher’s ribs, vivid against his black fur. Whispers rippled through the pack like wildfire. It was becoming painfully clear that Asher was losing this match.
Roman shot to his feet, moving over to where Elijah sat. "Dominic’s cheating! Surely, you don’t see that?"
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