Patrick smirked faintly, his grip tightening around the dagger. He had been waiting for this.
The ground trembled as Alexander’s wolf emerged, his growl echoing through the trees. Draco turned sharply, fangs dripping, his yellow eyes glowing with defiance.
For a moment, the forest seemed to hold its breath.
Then the wolves collided.
The impact shook the earth beneath them. Alexander’s jaws clamped around Draco’s shoulder, tearing through flesh and fur. Draco howled in pain and swung back with his claws, raking deep across Alexander’s flank, but the Blood Crescent Alpha didn’t flinch. His strength was monstrous.
They rolled across the forest floor, snapping, biting, crushing. Every movement was raw and primal, fueled by rivalry and vengeance.
Draco lunged for his throat, but Alexander
