Kael waited, glancing at the gate his opponent was supposed to come out of, but as time stretched, no one did.
Then the king raised a hand, commanding silence. Murmurs immediately abated.
“Alpha Kael Fangton,” the host called. “The king would like to know more about you.”
Kael hesitated, his eyes squinting. Toran was right, the king indeed has interest in him.
His voice rang with confidence. “I am Kael Fangton, son of warrior Darius of the Ravenwood Pack. I was trained in combat from a young age and have proven my strength in battle. It is an honor to stand in the Royal Arena before you, Your Majesty.”
“Warrior?” The king's smirk didn't waver. “How did you become an Alpha when your father was only a warrior?”
Kael's heart somersaulted, but he didn't panic. There was no need for that
