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"So, the rules are pretty simple, the one who submit or the one who died will lose, Am I clear to both of you," my father said clearing his point. "However, I prefer you knocked out the other, I don't want blood-shed." he mindlinked us. The whole pack had already gathered to witness who would be the next successor and ruler of the Blue moon pack.

I looked at my brother, he was everything to me, I could do anything for him, and I knew he would do the same, but toady it was not about relations or seeing who can sacrifice what. It was about the future of the five hundred wolves who have their hopes in our father, in us. 

Also it was in our blood. We live with and for dominance. And no two alpha bloods can live under the same roof without the blood bath. One has to accept the other's dominance.

With the whistle indicating the fight had already started. August lunged towards me without wasting any second. Even after training without me I know his tactics. I quickly dodged his upper-cut and deliver a kick at his abdomen. I smiled, still same tactic.

He looked at me and I swear I saw his lips twitching, fucker suppressing the smile. He quickly recovered and come in the fighting stance. Kick-kick-punch, kick-kick-punch, still my same older brother, same old tactics. I smiled.

"I thought the training might have helped you," I smiled.

"You have no idea."

Something flickers in his eyes, and then in the next moment I was on the ground. He holds my neck with his hand and tried to chained my hands with the another.

"Quit Esma." August said mockingly.

Okay maybe he had learned new techniques. But I also have some moves round the sleeves. With my left leg round up, I took his neck in chock hold with my leg and pulled him above me.

I quickly rolled over and stood up.

"Now the fun is over brother, I guess you have warmed up already."

And with that I let my wolf take the control and soon I was standing on four covered in the chocolate brown coat. Me and my brother had the same coat except the part of our eyes. His wolf had blue eyes, mine had silver. I looked in my brother's direction, he already changed in his wolf.

His wolf loved mine, he was waiting for us to make the first move.

Just as we were about to fight, the hairs on my neck straighten. Something was wrong. 

To prove my doubt, hundreds of wolves were erupting out of the forest baring their canines. And then the thing happened I wasn't ready for. Definitely not in this scenario. I quickly changed and wore the spare cloths.

The most alluring and hypnotizing scent of strawberries and cardamom hit my nose and knocked off my senses. 

The scent of my mate.