Christian's POV
The pack formed a perfect circle around us. No gaps. No escape routes.
This was it. The moment I'd been dreading and anticipating for years.
My father stood across from me, blood already covering his fur from the earlier battle. But his eyes were sharp. Calculating. .
I was exhausted. My shoulder throbbed where Tom had slashed it. Multiple wounds bled freely. I'd been fighting for hours.
Harold was fresh. Rested. Experienced.
But I had something he didn't.
I glanced at Sophie standing at the front of the circle. Her hands were clenched into fists. Tears streaked her face. But her eyes blazed with faith in me.
*I love you,* I sent through our bond.
*Don't you dare die on me,* she sent back.
I wouldn't. Not if I could help it.
Harold struck
