AS JAIME HAD BEEN ALLARA’S challenger, he was the one to choose the arena for the fight.
He had selected a clearing about a mile away from the village, surrounded by overhanging trees on one side and a rocky outcrop that tumbled into the ravine below on the other.
I did my best to hide my irritation.
Leave it to Jaime to go all dramatic.
He was a showman of the worst kind, and he clearly wanted to give the pack something to remember.
He wanted to defeat the last symbol of the old bloodline. He wanted to be the victor of a story that would be told around endless campfires for years to come.
The whole pack gathered at the edge of the tree line, ready to watch the action.
I couldn’t see Allara anymore; she had greeted everyone with a quiet confidence when we first arrived, and then wan
