MADELINE'S POV

The silence that followed was drawn thin like a bowstring aiming for its target. Warrior Wolves on both sides grew rigid. It was as if the earth stopped its rotation to watch.

I met Alpha Konan and beckoned to him not to do this. Instead, he ignored me like I was some trash to be disposed.

"Really? Konan. A duel?" Alpha Novare said, tightening the piece of cloth on his wrist.

Alpha Konan didn't waste time. He stalked to the sparring circle and peeled off his shirt as if it offended him.

Both of them were now shirtless, carved from pure grit and bloodlines, sweet and moist like...