Kavira’s POV
"I challenge you, Alpha Vorian, for the title of Alpha!" a male voice bellowed from the crowd gathered at the packhouse entrance.
My heart lurched. I had known this moment might come Varek had warned us but knowing something in your mind and bracing for it in your heart are two very different things. Fear tangled with disbelief, and my pulse quickened. Out the window, I caught sight of Vorian cracking his knuckles, his head dipping in acceptance.
"First, I accept your challenge. Second, no one is to lay a hand on my mate or on anyone who came here with me while these challenges take place. Third, show me your fighting ring," Vorian declared, his voice calm but commanding.
Varek fell into step beside him, likely as a precaution, but I refused to be left behind. Pushing open
