The courtyard ran red with blood. Damon and Ronan crashed together again and again, two Alphas locked in a fight to the death. Fangs tore flesh. Claws opened deep gashes. Ronan’s silver-gray wolf was larger, fueled by stolen dark magic, but Damon fought with something stronger—the accepted mate bond blazing like fire in his chest.
“You don’t deserve her!” Ronan snarled, slamming Damon into the stone wall. His jaws clamped around Damon’s shoulder, shaking him viciously.
Damon roared in pain and raked his claws across Ronan’s belly, spilling hot blood. They rolled, snarling and snapping, neither giving an inch. The rogue wolves howled in fury as their leader weakened, but Damon’s pack held the line, pushing them back.
A brutal swipe from Ronan caught Damon across the ribs, sending him ski
