Vance growled, joviality gone in an instant. “You expect Jasline to live and lead at your side with one eye over her shoulder? No! A challenge is to the death. You can’t change the terms now. I won’t stand for it.”
I turned ice-cold eyes on him and stepped up to his chest. He was a good four inches shorter than I, and craned his neck back, looking up at me. He met my eyes in rank defiance of the differences of our position.
“If you find my decision flawed, you are more than welcome to issue a challenge of your own, and we will use this circle for a death match. The she-wolves can fight another day.” Normally, I had to hold in my dominance, pull back on the alpha power that rode me so heavily, but for once, I let it all out to hang in the air like a cloak.
Gael was at my side, adding men
