Chapter 61: The Right of Champions
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"No one is surrendering anyone," Celeste said firmly. "But we need time to consider options."
Ravencrest pulled a pocket watch from his coat, checking it with casual elegance. "Time is a luxury I'm disinclined to grant. You have one hour to decide. Surrender the twins, or we attack. Every wolf here will die, and I'll take the twins anyway. At least this way, the rest of you survive."
He turned and walked back to his army, his silver hair catching moonlight like a banner.
The Council exploded into argument. Thorne advocated loudly for surrender. Damien remained silent, his expression calculating. I could see him weighing options, considering angles. If the vampires took Thelma, his political rival Xavier would be devastated. The True Alpha might even leave the pack in grief.
Damien saw opportunity in disaster. Alpha Vera argued against surrender on principle. Marcus Grey pointed out they had no army capable of defeating vampires. Only Celeste seemed to be thinking beyond the immediate crisis.
I climbed down from the walls and pushed through the crowd to reach Theo. He stood with Thelma, both of them pale but determined.
"There has to be another way," I said. "Some loophole, some ancient law we can invoke."
"If there is, we don't have time to find it," Theo replied. He looked at his sister. "I'm going to surrender myself. Let them take me, keep Thelma safe."
"Absolutely not," Thelma said fiercely. "If anyone surrenders, it's me. You're needed here, Theo. You're going to be Alpha of the Tee pack. You have a future."
"So do you," Theo argued.
They faced each other, two halves of one soul, each desperate to sacrifice themselves for the other. The twin bond between them was almost visible, a connection deeper than blood or magic.
Xavier appeared beside Thelma, pulling her a few steps away from the others. I watched them, seeing the intensity in Xavier's eyes.
"Don't surrender," Xavier said quietly but urgently. "I don't remember loving you, but I know I do. Something in my soul screams it every time I look at you. Don't give up. Fight. We'll find another way."
Thelma reached up, touching Xavier's face with trembling fingers. "You've always been my hero, even when you don't remember why."
Their foreheads touched, a moment of connection that transcended memory. I turned away, giving them privacy, but my heart ached for them.
The hour was passing too quickly. Guards started calling out time remaining. Forty-five minutes. Thirty minutes. Fifteen.
The Council was deadlocked, unable to reach a decision. Thorne kept pushing for surrender. Xavier kept pushing for resistance. Celeste seemed lost in thought, searching for solutions that didn't exist.
When the countdown reached five minutes, Damien finally spoke.
"I vote to surrender. Specifically, Thelma Rivers. She was already condemned by this Council. Let the vampires have her, save the pack, and eliminate a True Alpha's distraction all at once."
The naked political calculation in his words made me sick. Xavier's power flared, golden light making everyone step back. "You would trade her life for convenience? You're no Alpha. You're a coward wearing a title."
Before Damien could respond, the final minute began counting down. Theo suddenly stepped forward, moving toward the boundary where Ravencrest waited.
"No," Thelma screamed, reaching for him.
But Theo was faster. He crossed into neutral ground, standing alone between the wolves and vampires.
"I surrender myself," Theo called out. "Take me, leave my sister and the pack alone."
Ravencrest smiled, cruel and satisfied.
But before he could accept, before anyone could stop what was happening, the Oracle appeared. She materialized between Theo and the vampires like she'd stepped out of thin air. Her blind eyes somehow pinned Ravencrest in place, and ancient power rolled off her in waves that made even the vampire lord pause.
"You dare invoke a blood contract from five hundred years ago?" the Oracle said, her voice echoing with magic that predated wolves and vampires alike. "Then I invoke the Right of Champions, which predates your contract by millennia. Trial by combat. The twins' champions versus your champions. The winner takes all."
She turned her blind gaze on Ravencrest, and for the first time, I saw uncertainty flash across the vampire lord's face.
"Or are vampires too cowardly to honor the Old Ways?" the Oracle challenged.
Silence fell over both armies. The Right of Champions was ancient law, older than any written contract. It superseded everything, even blood magic.
Ravencrest's uncertainty vanished, replaced by a smile that showed all his fangs.
"The Oracle still lives. How quaint. I thought you'd died centuries ago."
"I'm harder to kill than most things," the Oracle replied.
"Very well," Ravencrest said. "Trial by Champions. Three against three. Tomorrow at dusk, when both our kinds are at full strength. We fight on neutral ground, the victor claims the prize."
He looked past the Oracle, directly at Xavier. His red eyes gleamed with predatory interest.
"But know this, True Alpha. My champions have never lost in eight hundred years. Your wolves will die screaming, and the twins will still be mine. True Alpha or not, you cannot defeat what's coming."
The vampire army retreated slightly, giving space but not leaving. They would camp at our borders, waiting for tomorrow's dusk.
The Oracle turned back to us, her expression grave.
"Choose your champions wisely," she said. "Because if they lose, Thelma and Theo belong to the vampires forever. And trust me when I say Ravencrest's champions are unlike anything you've ever faced."
She looked at Xavier specifically. "Can a True Alpha who doesn't remember love fight for it anyway? Tomorrow, we'll find out."
Then she vanished again, leaving us with impossible choices and less than twenty-four hours to prepare for a battle that would decide everything. I looked at the vampire army, at Ravencrest's confident smile, at the fear in my pack's eyes. And I wondered if we'd just traded execution for something far worse.
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