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Asher

The water in the bowl shimmered ominously, reflecting the crowd's expectant faces. I stared down at it, my resolve unshaken but my heart was pounding like a war drum. Wolfsbane water. Its potency alone could bring even the strongest wolf to their knees. Now, I was about to test not just my strength but the worthiness of my very existence as their king.

I took a breath, steadying myself as Alpha Trent stood across from me, watching with a smug sense of satisfaction.

“Are you ready, Asher?” Jude’s voice was low but steady at my side.

“I’ve been ready my whole life,” I replied, keeping my gaze locked on the bowl.

Without another word, I plunged my hand into the shimmering liquid.

The pain hit instantly, like fire coursing through my veins, eating away at my skin and sinking into my bones. My breath caught, and for a moment, my vision blurred from the sheer intensity. But I gritted my teeth, locking my jaw as I focused on the faces in the crowd. Their judgment. Their doubt
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