Lance’s POV
There’s 1 minute left, and I see three unhappy looking wolves headed in my direction. Brendon, Clayton, and Ripley Hearst. I don’t think this bodes well for my plans, but I play it cool as a cucumber while they approach, and only stand up and face them once they are inside the chalk circle. Their father had already been hauled away soon after the duel was over, so I know they aren’t here to cry over his dead carcass.
“So which of you three do I get the privilege of killing next,” I ask pointedly when they are within a few feet of me.
“Not me, I have my first pup on the way!” Clayton says, looking uncomfortable. “I intend to leave, but I have nowhere to go without going rogue. I can’t do that in good conscience to my mate and pup. But since you’re claiming to be the
