Bear Moon

Battle of Brothers

Mato's POV

I was curious to see how this fight played out. Logan was a damn good fighter. Mike, though, the strength of us first-generation bears and was trained by my dad and the werewolf king. Even the ancient vampire Athens had a hand in teaching him weapons. He would make for a formidable Beta based on that alone.

I watched them square up and get ready to be a bit surprised though I shouldn't be. My brothers and I battled worse than most. Alpha bears usually couldn't stop fighting. My momma always had her hands full with all of us.

The sound of them hitting each other echoed in my ears, snapping me out of my thoughts. Logan was giving it a good go. I could see he was putting in a large amount of effort. Mike was not using his full power. I figured it was to keep his brother from getting majorly hurt.

They went to wrestling; you could hear the strength and power as they put their weight behind each other. This fight was going to be a good sparring match. Mike wasn't using his full force but was giving his brother Logan all the chances he could. I was proud of Mike for providing a fair hand in this.

They rolled in the dirt and stood up, straining their muscles and faces taking on different emotions. Both were straining with effort, though I suspected Mike might be a bit overzealous. They rolled on the ground until Logan was on top. Logan made one mistake. He smiled, having pinned his brother. Mike pulled one leg back, then launched at Logan, who flew in an arc over the onlookers and into the dirt behind them, scattering the outskirts of the people on edge.

Mike got up and dusted himself off, walking through the crowd; he went straight to his brother. I watched him check for a pulse and then returned with him over his shoulder. He laid his brother next to him as he knelt, submitting to my authority for a ruling.

"We have a new Beta!" I announced to the rest of the pack, watching.

Cheers went through the crowd as people began to congratulate Mike. He nodded faintly as he glanced back at his brother's sleeping form. "Thank you." I heard him mumble.

I glanced over at Kayla to see her expression. I noticed she was missing. I began to dart my eyes around frantically looking and found her with Logan and Tiffany. Tiffany was holding Logan's head, and Kayla was checking his eyes and listening to his pulse. I could she had brought her bear forward because the bright glowing blue of her eyes told me so.

"How is he?" Tiffany looked at Kayla; you could see and hear the worry on her face.

"He is knocked out." Kayla sighed, leaning back on her heels. I reached my hand out to help her up. Kayla looked up at me; her eyes sparkled (I swear they did) as she grinned.

Once Kayla was steady, I let her hand go, missing the sparks instantly. She looked back at Tiffany and Logan just as Mike and Lory showed up. Mike picked up his brother carrying him bridal style. He took off with significant strides back toward the pack house. There the doc could look him over to double-check all was well. Lory and Tiffany hug each other as they try their hardest to keep up with the pace of Mike.

"Mike will be an excellent Beta." They heard one of the older members mention as he walked past Kayla and me.

I looked down at Kayla to see she had a faraway look in her eye. "Logan should be fine," I spoke softly, trying to ease her worry.

"I am not worried for him; I know he is challenging. I was wondering what my parents were up to now that all this chaos happened." She sighed deeply and then quickly wiped her eyes. Turning to me, she tagged my shoulder and added as she took off in a sprint, "tag your it!" I could hear her giggles as I let my legs pick up speed to chase her.

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Russian pack

Unknown POV

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"They did not come with the female bear." My servant's weak voice spoke from the doorway.

My anger flared; I was promised this she-bear who had cursed lines. The female bear was to be my chosen mate, so I could harness the power of the cursed bear and bring the old bastard to his knees once and for all. Turning so fast, my servant's neck was in my grasp instantly. "I want that she-bear!" I growled in my servant's petrified face.

"Y-yes, sir." My servant stuttered before wiggling out of my grasp and racing down the hallway he had come.

I needed to calm myself and find a way to fix this mishap. I had waited over 100 years to get a way to have my chance at the cursed bear. He had killed my family, and I needed him dead to fill a void he had created in my chest. That old bear had killed my parents, and if I had to kill him and his other family, I would do so. But that she-bear was a massive part of the plan. I needed that female more than anything else. She was the way to getting my revenge. Then I would be the most powerful were-bear around. That was my important goal.

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