Kaelen scrambled backward across the cracked marble floor, leaving a thick trail of blood from his shattered snout. He shook his massive golden head, trying to clear the concussive ringing in his ears.
The Alphas forming the perimeter of the arena stared in absolute, stunned silence. To see an Alpha of a high pack tossed aside like a ragdoll by a woman in human form defied every known law of their biology.
Kaelen’s golden eyes snapped toward me. The shock faded, instantly replaced by a blind, murderous rage. His pride—the fragile, toxic core of his entire identity—had just been shattered in front of the entire continent. He let out a feral, rattling growl that sent flecks of blood flying from his jaws.
"I am the Alpha of Bloodmoon!" he roared through his wolf vocal cords, the sound dist
