Pitch Wars Novels & Stories

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

“No, I am not, why? What happened? Do you know him or something?” “Know him? You can’t be serious right?” “Ha-Ha-Ha,” “you got me because…” She took a sip of water and continued her rant. “There is no way that you are entering into a pretend marriage with ‘the’ William Armani, He has only been featured on Clique magazine for being one of the youngest and hottest billionaires for like what, 4 times in a row now? He even campaigned in that weird but sexy Calvin Klein underwear advertisement last year.”

The early vote motion was tabled, opened, challenged, and reframed within twelve brutal minutes. Renaud fought the way he always fought when he stopped pretending the other side deserved grace. Not loudly. Not with grandstanding. With precision. He stripped language down until cowards had to hear themselves plainly. “Say you want her removed because you believe the marriage is now too costly,” he told Vachon at one point. “Do not hide behind continuity if what you mean is convenience.” “Markets punish instability.” “Markets punish weakness first. Don’t confuse the two because it flatters you.”