"You always thought strength was about tearing others down," Draven growled, his voice thick with fury. "Let me show you what real strength looks like."
The Beta lunged with a guttural snarl, claws extended and eyes wild. I barely had time to dive out of the way before the impact shook the floorboards beneath us. Draven’s wolf met the Beta's charge with brutal force, their collision echoing like a thunderclap.
The room became a blur of fur and fangs, each strike sending shards of wood and dust into the air. My pulse thundered in my ears, and every instinct screamed for me to run—to get out before I became collateral damage in their war. But I couldn’t leave. Draven was my mate. And this fight wasn't just his; it was ours.
I spotted a silver-tipped spear glinting under the flickerin
