Explaining that they would understand what he meant when they saw it, Marcel led the group out of the forest edge, and into a human settlement.It was Celia’s first time being in a place inhabited by the other species, but not her first time encountering humans. She had once encountered them with her father at a very young age. It had not been pleasant.The settlement was big. Too big. She reckoned she could only see everything if she had a bird’s eye view. Flaming lanterns hung from lines that were tied from one wooden pole to another, illuminating the part of the settlement they were at. Humans milled about, some dressed in clothes much finer than Marcel’s, and others dressed in clothes as shabby as the rest of Celia’s group.They conversed and spared them nothing but a glance as they moved about. Cabins flanked the roads, and other structures that seemed less for living and more for business.Like the one Celia immediately swiveled her head to find. The aroma of intertwined and hea
“I will lose,” Celia said, deadpan.“No you won’t, little Omega. Despite how weak you are, you are still more powerful than any human in the room.”Her jaw stiffened at being called weak. “You just all but stated a moment ago that any of us would have trouble against the other skilled participants. Considering I’m so weak, why not up your chances and compete yourself?”“She’s right,” Duncan said. “This is a male’s job. I could fight instead, since you’re not up for it.” His words might have come out a little irreverent.Marcel watched the male in silence for a few uncomfortable moments, then finally said, “Did you notice your previous Alpha is dead and the previously highest ranking werewolf in your pack is missing an arm?” No response. “Keep pissing me off and I can guarantee you’ll meet one of those fates, if not one more horrific. I could take off both your arms. You’d be two–legged even in your four–legged form. Let's see you go on runs.”Celia shuddered at the thought. To Duncan’
The Inn of Marcel’s choosing had two floors, and the one room he had paid for was on the upper floor. It had a soft bed of foam that could fit two people, a lamp that sat on a bedside stool, a window that looked down at a dirty alley, and not much else.The Alpha promptly took off his shoes and laid on the bed, his hands between his head and pillow. “You can all make yourself comfortable on the floor. You’re used to it anyway.”True. The pallets they slept on were barely different from sleeping on the floor, and even then most Weres would prefer sleeping on dirt or the cold wooden floor of their cabins.“No one goes out for any reason,” Marcel declared, eyes shut, the other males quickly claiming territories in the small room.Celia noticed Duncan’s amber eyes suggest the small space he left open by the door, far from the bed and Marcel. She smiled thankfully, but took position in the center of the room. If Layla felt like joining Marcel on the bed, she didn’t act on that feeling.Mar
Night seemed to approach too quickly. When it came, Celia would be fighting Hassan, the human monster. She wasn’t exactly excited about it.Celia and the others were in the room Marcel had paid for at the Inn. Lobo was pacing back and forth the room’s length, Zeeb was drawing something on the floorboard with a claw, Celia was sitting beside Duncan by the door, Indra was silently doing nothing by herself in a corner, Marcel was calmly reading a book on the bed, and Layla had slowly worked her way into sitting beside him, looking at the book but definitely not understanding any of the words written.Everyone was a little on edge. Wolves were not the kind of creatures that liked being cramped together in one room for hours.“You’re nervous,” Duncan said, though it sounded like he was asking.“No. I mean yes, just a bit.”“You’ll be fine. Just one punch and that human will be knocked out.”“No he won’t,” Marcel said without looking up from his book. “You’re greatly overestimating the pow
Celia’s match with Hassan was the first of four fights that would be happening that night. The moment she and Hassan were locked in the steel cage and were atop the raised platform within it, there were murmurs of confusion, and then outright laughter from most people in the crowd of spectators.Her wolf-like hearing could pick up most of the conversations had about her. Summarizing and leaving out profanities, they were saying how it was ludicrous that a female should be in the tournament, much less one so young and petite in body frame.They weren’t so delicate with their words. Some were making it clear where they thought Celia should be—in their beds. Again, they weren’t so delicate with their words.Celia blocked them out, focusing instead on Marcel. She hated to admit that his confidence in her was the reason why she was just a tiny bit okay with being locked in a cage and fighting the man some distance across from her.Marcel was in the arena, moving about. She couldn’t see him
“It must be some kind of joke,” Jon said through a sneer. “There’s no such thing as an Alpha of Alphas. What is even funnier is that you believe he’ll come for our pack.” “I assure you, the information is not to be disregarded,” Atlas warned. Even though Celia Blackwood was present in the room, she was as good as invisible to the council in charge of the Knox settlement pack. The four of them were seated at a round table in the Alpha’s cabin—Nicholas, the Alpha yet to have a mate. Jon, the pack’s Beta and Nicholas’ younger brother. Indra, the Beta female, Jon’s mate. Finally, the highest mid–rank werewolf, Atlas. Atlas was trusted with the job of relating with other packs. He could be seen as an intermediary, one respected, as was the entire council. He had just returned with information from a pack settlement that was a half–a–days run from Knox, and Celia was able to listen in on their conversation. It was the perks of being the weakest in the pack. A lowly Omega like her cou
Almost immediately after Atlas warned them of the incoming danger, he lost consciousness, inspiring great panic in his mate. He was taken to his cabin to be properly cared for. Meanwhile, the pack was filled with confusion, and even Celia could smell the fear laced with the air. It was contagious. She was getting uneasy. Anyone would after seeing a council member in that state. She felt a hand slip into hers and squeeze tightly. “Do not fret,” her mother said with calm eyes. “Trust Nicholas. He will protect this pack.” Celia nodded. It was not Nicholas she trusted. It was her mother. “Stop your whining and listen up!” Jon yelled, his voice carrying across the center of the settlement where the pack was gathered. The Beta left the floor for his brother to speak. “I know you’re worried, but there’s nothing to fear,” Nicholas assured everyone. “This Alpha is a phony. His real ability is inciting fear—” “Look what he did to Atlas!” someone in the crowd retorted. “How can we be cal
“Don’t tell me you’re done yet, Nic!” Marcel called out. There was a growl from within the dark cabin Nicholas had been thrown into, then the Alpha werewolf burst out, leaping a long distance and pouncing on Marcel. They tumbled and rolled, but it was Marcel who came on top, pinning Nicholas. With a clawed hand, the enemy Alpha created a deep gash on Nicholas’ chest. Nicholas roared in pain and flailed his limbs till Marcel was pushed off. The enemy Alpha had also been injured, a glaring claw mark showing beneath his ripped clothes. The difference between both Alphas was, Marcel was already healing. The stronger a werewolf, the quicker their ability to heal. It was getting clearer who would come out the winner of the duel. Jon, who had shifted into his wolf form, started towards the fighting Alphas. Darius and the others moved as well, with the aim of stopping the Beta. Nicholas snarled at his brother. It was a clear instruction. Don’t intervene. Jon obeyed, ducking his head.