“Are you refusing my challenge because you’re scared I’ll actually win?” Kaela taunted.
A ripple of incredulous laughter moved through the watching wolves. The idea of Ronan Kingsley being afraid of her was apparently the funniest thing they had heard all week.
She knew how insane it sounded. Winning was nearly impossible. But ever since the bonds with both brothers had settled into her blood, her strength had kept growing. One clean hit—one black eye on that perfect face—would already feel like victory.
Ronan’s expression darkened. He took a deliberate step forward.
“You must have a death wish.”
Blaise immediately shifted, placing a protective arm in front of her. Ronan’s gaze flicked from the arm to Kaela’s face, and a condescending smirk curved his mouth.
“Since my brother clearly
