He cheated. My father fucking cheated.

‘No weapons allowed,’ I recalled the laws of the Trial. ‘Their bodies will be each other’s sword and shield.’

And yet my fucking bastard of a father stabbed my mate in the back!

'Not surprising,' my wolf told me. I leapt to my feet and was two breaths away from my seat when the scent of Alpha Fionn hit me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “No,” he said softly, but lethal fury swam in the eyes of Vance’s brother. “Let them finish it themselves. Those are the rules.” He pointed to the hourglass beside the pack elders and other pack Alphas....