The combat

The Lichen pack was the most powerful and influential out of the several other neighboring packs, and their leading rivaling pack was the Oasis of Pashtun, which was the second in power to the three packs that Logan and Kevin's dad rules, Alpha Morris. 

Their father was so popular, hence the crowd of people that were here for his pub's combat to be the best Beta of the three kingdoms. Humans, vampires, and even a few covens of powerful and important witches have come from far away to celebrate with them on the occasion. 

They knew if Logan was the true pub of Alpha Morris, the rest of the contestants would not stand a chance to win. It has been a family pride for the members of the Lichen pack to rule the three packs, decades ago. 

Meanwhile, Logan was still in his quarters trying to recover from the pain that was slowly eating up his insides. After their little human-form combat that he managed to fight in the morning, he felt as though he would die if he as much as stood up from his bed. 

He grunted inwardly as he placed a white-hot towel on his forehead to relieve himself from the pain but it seemed like it only got worse. He couldn't get the family doctor because the ceremony was already in full swing and everyone was outside. 

This only happens once in a while; where there is a get-together of different kinds of creatures. It used to result in bloodshed but since Alpha Morris got on power, that wasn't the case anymore. He was like the leader the three packs needed in forever, and now that his pub is getting into the best Beta rank, they are more than happy about it. 

"Good evening Sir. You need to arrive in the fields before the full moon comes out." Celia, Logan's personal maid announced by the corridor of his room. He had forbidden anyone from coming near it because he didn't want them to see how weak he had become. 

Logan sighed as he put on his outfit again and took a sip of water from his table. He had laid out nearly all of his drugs in hope that one of them would work on him but it all turned futile. Some even made his situation worse than it was.

He straightened up himself and exited the room. 

The field was in his father's palace so there was no need for him to walk any long distance to reach the destination. 

He looked out from the high stone pillars of his father's enormous mansion and was taken aback by the number of people that were present. 

"Baby wolf," Logan heard his mother call out. She placed a hand on his shoulder and he shivered from her touch. It felt like fire. It burnt him. "You'll do great today Logan. I love you so much." She placed a hand on his head and it hurt even more there, but he refused to show a reaction. 

"I will mother, I will. If you stop calling me baby wolf." He said, and she laughed heartily. 

"You'll forever be my baby wolf Logan. I would be out in the crowd now, cheering you up. You have my blessings with you." She gave him one last body contact before she disappeared into the long dark hallway. 

Logan looked up at the moon, just in the cue as it unraveled itself. He closed his eyes firmly and inserted his ring into his finger as he transitioned painlessly from human form into a wolf. The ring was a gift from his childhood friend, who was a witch, back then when witches and werewolves could live together. 

She had cast a spell on the ring when she saw how painful transitioning was for Logan, and until recently, he still treasured it like he did back then. 

After he had fully transitioned, he raised a paw up on the window, propping himself up as he looked over the crowd. 

The fight was about to start. He felt weak, but he knew he would rather die in combat than fail. He couldn't afford to.

He moved downstairs to the field and pushed through the crowd of people to where the combat was about to take place. It was a ring. Logan was supposed to fight at least two to three wolves and win, then he will be pronounced best Beta of the three packs. 

He got on the ring once he heard his name being called out in the speakers. He was going to fight the best, who was a representative of Oasis of Pashtun, and beat him down before he started with the rest of the pack representatives. But with every stride Logan took, he felt his body slow down. He felt as if there was a ton of weight on his back that was crushing him down. He felt weak. Something he had never experienced before; weakness. 

"Come at me wolf," the wolves encircled each other, glaring into each other's dark hungry eyes and growling ferociously. "Come at me." He said again, and before Logan could react, he felt the wolf paw him against the turnbuckles and the crowd released a loud noise. 

Logan blinked twice in surprise. He couldn't believe this was happening. He couldn't even get up from his lying position as the rest of the wolves came into the ring one by one and thrashed him until he furiously bled out. His body couldn't respond to his cries of help to get up and protect himself even in his animalistic form. 

After the last wolf was done, he was at the brink of passing out. He felt himself getting picked up from the ring but he couldn't dictate who it was, He was too disoriented to pay attention to it. When they got to the corner, he finally heard the voice of the person that saved him. 

"Cynthia?" He gave out heavy racking breaths. 

"No, it's Celia Sir." Celia removed her outer sweater and tore it into three pieces, stopping as much of his blood as she could. The place was already too bloody and she needed to call the attention of a nurse. 

But when she felt the loudspeaker announce who the winner of the combat was, she got rooted in her spot. She didn't know much about Logan but she knew he would be devastated to hear about what just happened. The disaster that they needed to pretend, just happened.