Dante felt several pairs of hands pull him off his father. Thick silence hung in the air around them. The werewolves were stunned. No one dared to move or breathe. Dante looked down on the floor, his chest heaving as he tried to control his breaths.
"Roman Silver," Dante began, his voice low and deep. Power crackled through him, like fire and ice caressing him at the same time. He could feel the presence of every wolf around him. Each of their heartbeats melding into his own. "I challenge you for the right of Alpha."
"No!" the twins gasped beside him.
"Think about what you're saying, son," Roman cautioned.
"I'm not your son," Dante said. "Accept my challenge or step down. Either way, I'm not letting you hold on to this pack without a fight. The choice is yours."
"You can't fight me,"
