My victory brought fear upon the entire pack. I knew how fast news flies, and how far it goes, so, I was sure it would find its way into the nerves of those mustering up in the woods to raise an army of rebels.
They would tremble when they hear that I yanked off the jaw of a fellow who could have made a good commander if his over zealous attitude spared him the chance to leave the pack house without daring me to test his wits.
“I said, who else wants to challenge me?” I repeated.
What I had was not a fight. I need a fight. The fellow who fought with me was not to be counted for a fight, because I could tell that he is old and not swift enough to duel with me. Had he been in his prime, with his bravery, it could have been a whole different story.
“Alpha Lucien.” One of the council membe
