Chaos.
The two Alphas lunged at each other with the speed of lightning. Tables crashed. Plates flew. The entire dining hall erupted.
Lucian’s Beta and junior pack members charged forward but was intercepted by Baron’s pack — fists flying, kicks landing. Someone screamed.
A bench shattered.
The crowd surged back.
One of Baron’s pack members — Callus — got shoved sideways, his leg twisting awkwardly beneath a large hand.
Crack.
He screamed in pain.
Elowyn stood frozen, throat locked, eyes wide. The noise blurred into a roar.
This was because of her.
She turned away from the horrifying vision of violence and clapped her hands over her ears.
Baron fought like a wolf unchained. He wasn’t pretty about it. He was precise. Brutal. Furious.
He tore Lucian on the arm with a fork.
Blood
