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*FREYA*I take uneasy steps towards the sparring ring, my gaze darting warily to Dorian who gives me a nod.When my eyes return to the Alpha, his jaw is clenched and his eyes narrow into slits but he says nothing. What did I do this time? “Get in position!” Dorian booms, jolting me into position as I find myself dropping into a fighting stance, legs spread apart. My fists raised awkwardly in front of me.The Alpha watches me in silence ,his face blank and his arms folded behind him.“Come at me,” he suddenly says and I blink.“What?”“You heard me.” He gives me a hard stare enough make me choke on whatever protests I have.I move toward him slowly, one hesitant step at a time, my hands trembling and my heart racing violently.Be still, my heart .It can't be hard to land a punch, is it?With that thought,I draw in a shaky breath and swing.Wrong. I am wrong. It IS hard to land a punch.Before my fist reaches him, he steps aside with ease and my fist slams into empty air.How is he

*FREYA* The day of the duel comes sooner than I expect.Pack members fill the sidelines, their chatter swelling into a restless hum that crawls under my skin. Eyes follow me as I step into the clearing—curious, skeptical, some openly eager. They’ve come to watch a spectacle. To see how fast I'll fail. The ground has been freshly packed, marked with faint lines, separating the sparring ring from the spectators.Sweat drips from my head down to my feet and I subtly wipe my clammy hands against my trousers, forcing my breathing to steady.Betting stands are set up at the corners and obviously more bets are placed on Octavia.I try not to let that affect me, instead I scan the crowd gingerly and my gaze lands on Alera who somehow pushed her way to the front. She gives me a thumb up with a cheeky smile. I manage to smile back even though my insides are squelching. Then I look up to raised platform and my eyes meet his. He is sitting in a high chair, Kieran and Dorian flanking his sid

*LEONIDAS*Drogo crouches by the lake, scooping a handful of water to wash the remnants of the deer’s blood from his fur.The cool water manages to calm the storm raging inside us.The sight of Freya’s frail body in Dorian’s arms had set him on edge, driving him into a relentless hunting spree.We are far from the pack house now, and perhaps the peace and quiet are exactly what we need.The forest is quiet except for the chirping of birds perching on fallen branches.Soon, the moon emerges free from the clouds, spilling across the lake and reflecting silver streaks with each ripple. It's time to go. Drogo sprints back, his midnight black fur blending with the darkness as he weaves past the line of trees.As we draw closer to the pack house, I mind-link Kieran, asking him to get me a change of clothes as the ones I’d been wearing were ripped to shreds when I shifted.A shadow emerges from the threshold, the moonlight catches his face, I realize that it's Kieran.Drogo halts, takin

*FREYA*I halt at the sight of the Alpha sitting on the couch, head lowered, his dark curls falling over his face. His buttons are undone and I can see his tattoo peeking from beneath the flaps of his shirt. His heavy breathing fills the empty silence of the room, sweat dripping from the curve of the jaw. The moon light spilling from the window paints him in a silver hue, the hard contours of his face more prominent.He looks ethereal.I stand frozen, torn between turning back and delivering the pile of clothes. I chose the latter and move quietly as I can, taking careful steps toward him and planning to drop the pile and leave as soon as possible before he notices me. Then he stirs. I freeze. Time seems to pause as he lifts his head. Purple eyes stare back at me, his long canines visible, dark hair clinging to his forehead. My heart races and words fail me. His brows crease in confusion when it finally hits that it's me. “What are you doing here?” he asks, his voice raspy

*FREYA*The pack house bustles with activities as preparations for the mating ceremony begin.Alera told me it has to be held on a full moon, because that is when the wolf side dominates the human side. The Moon Goddess bears witness and the connection made under the glow of the moonlight is irreversible. Her words make the pit in my stomach deepens. Even if I try not to be affected but the encounter I had with the Alpha the last time keeps on replaying in my mind. Heat travels from the cheeks down to my stomach, transforming to flutters. Why did he react the way he did? What's that mark at the back of his neck and why did it glow furiously when he touched me. A lot of questions swirling in my mind with no one to answer. I had approached him to apologize but he turned me away before I can speak. Since then, I don't see him anymore and when I luckily run into him, he brushes past me without sparing me a glance. I sign furiously, arranging the plates on the huge table in the di