“A death match,” Alpha Woods introduced, his mouth quirked up in a teasing smirk as if he was waiting for me to protest and tell him that I was not going to fight him to the death so that he could hound on that and call me a coward.
When he realized that I was not going to reply to his offer anytime soon, he kept going.
“You and I, we both fight to the death. The person who dies obviously gets nothing. The person who kills gets my pack and yours, as well as the right to be called the Alpha of both packs,” he explained.
“And that is the only way you want to solve this?” I questioned.
He seemed to find my question amusing as his smirk widened and turned into a full smile.
“I just want you to think about it before making it official and going through with it. Do you really want a death m
