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of the fight, and I could feel the tension in the air. The fight between Ronan and Marcus was set to determine the future

onan wasn't ready. Marcus was too strong, too experienced. The pack was counting on him,

igh stone walls, the perfect place for a fight. My eyes scanned the crowd, and I caught sight of Marcus standing tall and proud across from Ronan

ould see the worry in them. It wasn't just about his strength-it was about what was at stake. If he d

to me, you've trained hard for this. You've got the strength. Don't let

jaw clenched. "But

Don't doubt yourself. You're better than him, but you have to bel

his resolve starting to form, but I wasn't sure it was

miliar growls and howls of wolves shifting as they got ready for the spectacle. The smell of earth and

r than it really was. I knew exactly what it could do-how it would weaken Marcu

arriors putting on their armor and stretching their muscles. The air was thick with excitement and ner

ontents into the jug. The liquid mixed in easily, invisible to the n

r what I was doing. Marcus was a threat to Ronan, and to our pack. This was the only way.

y thoughts. "I'll show you all how a real

d. I could feel the anger rising in my chest, but

ld him quietly, making sure only he could hear me. "Marcus is playing

ok, his golden eyes full of

at jug. You need every bit of strength you have, and that water won'

irsty," he

rmly, "but if you drink that,

moment, his brow furrowing. Then he nod

on a blur of muscle and fur. The ground beneath us shook slightly as the howls of wolves echoed throughout the arena.

xed with the fresh, earthy smell of the forest, surrounded me. Ronan was a str

amber, a sign of his dominance. He was a large, imposing creature, with powerful muscles that

sheen to his fur that glowed in the sunlight. He was smaller than

mble under their weight. The pack gathered in a circle around them, watching w

bared and his massive wolf form barreling toward Ronan. But Ronan dodged, his movements s

us was relentless, his strength overpowering. But Ronan didn't give up. He fou

ation in his movements. His attacks were slower, more

his water. He wasn't able to recover as quickly from the blo

yes shone with determination, and his body was moving more fluidly as he fought. I could fee

. The crowd cheered and howled as the wolve

it hap

ground. Marcus's large wolf form crashed against the dirt, a loud thud echoing through the aren

rdly move. His breath came in ragged gasps, hi

es blazing with victory. "I won," he

wls of praise filling the air. Ro

e tension sliding from my shoulders. H

treaked with dirt and sweat. He looked down at Ma

hed towards me and hugged me, holding me aloft in his arms. "I did it, Sera!" he s

with pride. "You did it, R

ever to let me go. I could sense the warmth of his body,

declared as Alpha. And it would be when he w

s the pack leaders had been begun. Tomorrow would be different. The pack would look up to Rona

the start. There were greater wars to be

ver let him fa