Chapter 49

Ezra’s P.O.V

I put on the vest that my ancestors had once gifted me, when I had surpassed all the men in my pack to become the beta. The colorful eagle feathers were added once I won a battle, or beat a challenger. My vest was now had a layer of feathers to signify my achievements.

I strapped on my quiver filled with arrows that held a poison in the tips. It wasn’t to kill but to paralyze the opponent and the effects would last for almost ten hours once it was in the bloodstream. The sword I placed on my waist-belt had the same poison as did the dagger hidden in my boots. I had used every weapon possible to defeat the enemy. Lastly, I picked up my bow.

But it has been three centuries since I had last held my bow or yielded my sword. I was afraid I wasn’t that strong any longer, not efficient enough. But this was a battle I couldn’t bow down from, no matter what. This was the ultimate test for my love.

I came out of