However, his phone rang again after two minutes. Lazily picking it up from where he kept it, he answered the call.

"Hello..."

"You idiot! Why did you even bother calling this number... Oh sorry, Alpha Chase. My stupid son was the one who called you, haha." 

Chase could recognise this voice. It belonged to a friend from another pack. Both attended the same school and then they were separated after graduation. He had also changed his number and only important individuals had it.

"Henley..." he muttered.

"Pal, it's been a long since I heard your voice."

"Yeah," Chase agreed, his eyes still fixed on the Tv screen. "How did you get my number?"

"A secret, my dear."

"You can die with the secret then." Chase replied in a bored tone. 

"Fella, are you alright?"

"(scoff) You talk as if you know me."

"Of course, I know you well, Alpha Chase. I think you're bothered about something."

"Hey, all Alphas are bothered about the welfare of their pack, alright." Chase snapped.

"Yeah, I know that, Alpha King Chase. Come on, you can just tell me what it is and if it's within my capability, I'll..."

"I'll talk to you later. Goodbye, Henley." he cut the call and put it back on the cabinet. 

He watched intently as Ms Charlotte having commended the two packs for the interesting battle, declared Storm Riders the winner of that battle, resulting in applause. Then she also announced that the Crimson Fangs pack had been disqualified from battling and upon reaching their land are to disband and give up possession of the land they dwell in. 

After pausing for a few seconds while taking in the expressions of those in the audience- some worried, others apathetic- she then resumed speaking: "Now we call on the final two packs to compete. Moon's Paladin and Blood Star pack! We look forward to an excellent performance from you guys. Goodluck." she winked before descending the platform.

Not long after the fighters and supports of Crimson Fangs walked arrogantly to the field while waving those cheering at them. The fighters of this pack were 2 males and the supports had 2 beauties among them. The main fighter was a tall, reddish-brown-haired male with a well-built body, attired in a grey t-shirt and black loose cotton shorts. 

While the substitute fighter was a head shorter with a shaved head and tanned skin. Several scars could be found on his arms and one on his right eyebrow that ran down to his cheek. He looked menacing and also some females found him really manly. Many bet he was even stronger than the main fighter. 

A minute passed and no one from the opponent pack had come. Many thought they maybe chickened out. If it was indeed true, they should be stripped of their wolf spirits. A werewolf, even if it's an Omega, is not afraid of a fight. Moreover, it's not even a fight to the death.

In the 3rd minute, however, the supports of Blood Star pack along with their fighters arrived in a lax manner. 

"These snobbish fools. They think this is their sitting room?" The main fighter of Moon's Paladin spat with arms folded.

"It's fine. They don't look that impressive. Oh, wait, that substitute fighter of theirs is really hot. I mean... just look at her. She's practically coitus on legs!" the substitute fighter said in awe as he watched the curvy, red-haired female who walked behind Mel with a curious, innocent look. 

She's dressed in a plain black round-necked, thigh-length, loose flare cotton tunic top with a curved hem and black opaque capri leggings. If not for the fact that he needed to keep his composure as he was before of thousands of people, he would have been drooling. This piece of meat is something every male wants. It's not only him, many in the audience already had their eyes on her. Her beauty is unique!

"We're here, opponents," Zyair said as they reached where the other pack stood. 

"How dare you keep us waiting?"

"Because we're your ancestors," Zehelina replied to the pissed main fighter, sticking out her tongue. 

"You..." the irked main fighter pointed at them speechlessly.

"Put those hands down. I hate being pointed at," said Mel in a carefree tone.

The annoyed main fighter of Moon's Paladin quickly jumped into the ring, surprising Lavana. But then she shrugged.

"Looks like I'll go first, Lava," Mel smirked as he smoothened his red tank top that almost covered his dark brown shorts.

"Yeah, you win. Don't pity him." she reminded.

"I should say the opposite to you, Lavana." he mindlinked before getting into the ring to face his opponent.

They shook hands before introducing each other. Mel's opponent was named Eaden Kaine.

They then stood on opposite ends of the ring, studying each other with sly smirks.

"Bro, don't break your bone too easily," Eaden said in a carefree manner.

"I'll try not to break too many of your bones," Mel replied with a chuckle.

At the referee's signal, both of them walked to each other and shook hands again before parting and rushing towards each other immediately. They didn't transform their hands into claws immediately like the others, nor did they curl their hands into fists and there was no battle cry before they collided.

Eaden kicked Mel and he fell to the floor of the ring causing many to shake their head in disappointment. Just one kick and he fell down like that?

Mel tried to rise but Eaden sat on him, pressing his knees on Mel's hands so now his face was without shield and Eaden curled his hands into fists.

"I'll see how long you can last!" Eaden grinned but before he could land a punch, Mel suddenly raised his hands and overturned him.

"Don't be too happy early," Mel advised before raising his opponent by the neck and throwing him to an end of the ring.

The latter rose up from the spot he fell on and rushed at Mel with bloodshot eyes.

"You're dead meat!" he yelled.

"I already see you in my frying pan," Mel replied as he dodged his opponent's punches. "Being big doesn't guarantee definite victory in battles, Eaden." 

"Stop talking and fight. You keep dodging. Are you chicken?"

"If I was a chicken I won't have the guts to come here. But chicken is delicious..."

"Stop talking out of point. Fight me, you idiot!"

"Nah. I am too weak to fight you head-on. Besides, dodging is a wonderful skill. If you can't beat your opponent, at least you should be able to run to safety and that's where dodging comes in."

"You wimp! I'm not here for you to lecture me. Fight me! Don't think your plan of tiring me out by just dodging will work." Eaden yelled in spite.

"Then make it unsuccessful, Eaden," Mel said while yawning.

"Eat my fist!" Eaden suddenly jumped at Mel, hoping to punch him in the face but Mel dodged by a hairbreadth, causing his opponent to punch the metal chains around the ring instead.

He quickly rose and rushed toward Mel who had also decided to become serious with the fight.

As both collided, he kept kneeling Eaden in the gut but the latter was firm and didn't waver.

"Geez! This biggie is sure strong." he thought as he changed tactics, trying to trip Eaden instead but instead, he was the one who got tripped. Before he could try to rise, his opponent was already seated on his stomach.

Mel used his hands to hold his opponent's, aiming to get him off by force but to his dismay he couldn't.