Chapter 3

"She's crazy. I'm not doing this." One of the suitors from the Western pack spoke in outrage.

I looked him up and down examining his scrawny figure.

No matter. He didn't look like much of a match anyway.

One down.

"Fair enough." I spoke casually before turning to nod at Uncle Jackson.

He stepped foward to address the man. "Western pack, take your stuff and leave our territory. Congratulations, young man, you've singke handedly disgraced your entire family. Consider yourself exiled from the factions for disobeying a direct order from your Luna."

His eyes widened and I saw him try to step forward.

"This is insane, you can't do this!"

Uncle Jackson signalled for my guards to grab him and his people.

"I am Luna. Make no mistake, I can do whatever I want." I spike coldly wanting all of them to get the message and get it fast.

Uncle Jackson came to my side and smiled in approval as the Western pack yelled and protested as they were all dragged away.

"Are you sure about this order?" He asked me.

I smiled. "More than anything."

He grinned and rubbed his hands together. "Okay. This should be fun.'

He turned to the remaining three suitors. "Well, go ahead, fight for your Luna's hand. "

No one moved at first.

Then the first Thompson twin lunged first. He grabbed two flutes off a passing tray and threw them.

One glass shattered against the pillar behind him, the other caught the Drawings heir in the shoulder. A red liquid bled down his white coat.

The Drawings heir snarled and grabbed a tray from a nearby waiter before lunging at both twins. He managed to get a few hits in before the twins tag teamed and wrestled him to the ground.

"I haven't had this much fun in a while." Uncle Jackson spoke in delight, his eyes following the drama like it was the best thing to ever happen to him.

I, on the other hand was bored by it all and greatly unsettled.

Maybe I was going about all this in the wrong way. I mean how was this supposed to prove who had killed my father?

For all I know the real killer could be in the crowd right now, mocking me in their heads for not being able to detect them.

I heard glass shattering and bodies slamming to the ground and turned around.

"Let me know who wins." I told my uncle in a bored tone as I started walking away.

I saw eyes following me and whispers probably agreeing with ... I was crazy for making them do this.

But they had no idea just how far I was willing to go.

"Winner!" I heard Uncle Jackson suddenly yell.

It's at that moment I realised the sound of fighting had stopped.

I turned around ready to face the champion who would have to challenge me next.

My money had been on one of the Thompson twins, the bigger one.

But my face dropped when I saw that none of the men I had picked on were standing beside my uncle victorious.

Instead, a very familiar red head stood heaving and breathless as my uncle raised his arm.

Below him, the three opponents all unconcious and Carlo didn't even seem to have broken a sweat.

My blood boiled.

Uh oh. Elle mumbled in my mind.

I clenched my hands into fists as Carlo took a step forward. A bright smile occupied his face as he got closer. All eyes watched his movements in uncertainity.

Finally he dropped to his knees before me and bowed.

"My Queen Luna. I know I am not one of your selected suitors. But please, consider this my formal application to fight for the Luna's hand."