“I, Heather Brown, challenge you, Lilith Winters, for the title of Luna. A challenge to the death.” She smiled angrily, thinking she’d won. I stopped up in front of her, the couple of inches of difference not doing anything for her as I stared up with just as angrily of a smile.
“I accept your challenge, Heather Brown. Name the time and place.” The smile slid off her face as she thought for a moment.
“A week. Right here, at 5 pm.” She said. Before I could respond to her, she turned and stomped her way up to the packhouse.
“Oh no, Heather.” I called, and she turned towards me, confused. “Since we can’t trust you to leave my mate alone, you are hereby kicked out of the packhouse. There are many houses you can move into, but you need to be out of the packhouse in two hours.” She screech
