Chapter 97

Monica's p.o.v

I stood beside my pack members with a loud beating heart. We all stood watching in a circle as Halt stood in his Tasmanian form facing Damon who looked calm with the sword in his hand, his blade tucked under his belt.

Halt's Tasmanian was huffing and growling in warning. It looked more than ready to take Damon down.

Zver sat on a huge rock between the elders and in front of his mother. Hera and her mother Ava were strictly forbidden to come outside because we all knew how violent the fights were. Despite having faith in Damon's fighting skills, I was very worried and scared at the same time, a Tasmanian's full strength was way above a human and a Werewolf. They were mostly stronger when pissed off. And not only that, if a few other male Tasmanians were interested in me then he had to face them as well.

Zver's father stood up from the rock he sat on and walked between Halt and Damon.

"You get to choose whether to yield or fight to death. We don't care which way you choos