Winston's Pov
Anger surged through me as I closed the distance between Jameson and myself. I could feel the anger tension between me and Jameson and I could feel the anticipation of the onlookers as they watched our confrontation. My wolf, restless and furious, was ready to prove a point to Jameson – that I was more than what he was.
We lunged at each other, teeth bared and snarls echoing in the clearing. The primal instinct to dominate, to establish hierarchy, was at the forefront of my minds. Each move was calculated, every muscle twitching with the energy of the fight.
As we clashed, I felt the heat of the battle. My teeth grazed Jameson's fur, leaving gnashes in their wake, while he retaliated with fierce determination. The ground trembled beneath our weight as we grappled, our mov
