Lyla’s breath was steady, but her heart pounded like a war drum.
She could feel the weight of the challenge, the silent judgment of the pack, and the way the forest itself seemed to hold its breath.
This was more than just a fight.
This was a choice.
A choice that could decide who she became.
Across from her, Mason shifted.
His body exploded into his wolf form, fur dark as a shadow, muscles rippling with power.
His golden eyes burned like fire, locked onto hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.
This wasn’t just a test of strength.
This was an ultimatum.
A battle between the Alpha they had followed and the Alpha the forest had chosen.
And the pack was watching.
Waiting.
Wondering if Lyla was still one of them.
Or something else.
She took a slow breath.
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