Tarus

People of the pack had given them a wide berth. Watching the two alphas fight. If he didn’t win today, whether killing the motherfucker or sending him running with his tail between his legs then, my mate would be in bigger trouble. I walked up to the middle of the clearing to meet my enemy in the middle of this battlefield and see which one of us was going to die first. I watch my enemy prowl to meet me from the other side of the clearing. When they had initially faced off Tarus must have thought he would win in two seconds flat. But from the look of his face now, he was angry. Had he really thought it would be over that quickly? That he would just seize my throat five seconds into the fight and leave him there to bleed out. If Tarus was going to kill me in front of everyone on the island, I was damn well going to make him work for it.

Given the grueling nature of the fight, it had seemed obvious to shift and fight in wolf form. I had dodged Tarus’s claws without parrying, danced ou