Nyx's POV
“What is the condition?” I asked, already angry and tired. “We've been on a very long journey, and your silence is just making it more annoying.”
Kieran held my hand to pacify me, and like the obsessed person I was becoming, I was pacified.
“Well, the condition is simple.” The old man with a white beard and a bent back spoke. He's clearly blind, and I wonder how he still controls a pack with so many young wolves, that all seem loyal to him..
“And?” Kieran growled.
“The one with the purest of heart amongst you all must beat all of my boys in combat alone.” The old man said.
Kieran hissed angrily. “You would really do this when we are this tired?”
“It's a simple one.” The man responded, and kept quiet.
“Fighting them is easy, but I'm not the purest of hearts.” Kieran gro
