His Little Wolf
John is quick to recover and delivers another hard blow to Ryder's face, within seconds they have formed into a ball, punches and kicks sound out along with snarls and growls, then I hear it and so does everyone else, the unmissable sound of a neck-breaking.
It's an unmistakable sound and it's clear to everyone that one of them has just died. There's silence for a few minutes before the winner slowly drags himself to his feet, his back facing me, he's panting and struggling to catch his breath and then he turns around and I see the winner, the new Alpha of the moonshine pack and I'm shocked and I realize I wasn't expecting him to win...