Chapter 17: The Clash of Strength
The clearing trembled under the weight of the challenge.
The Blood Moon still hung low, its fiery light staining everything in deep crimson. The air was thick with anticipation, every wolf holding their breath, every heartbeat pounding loud against the silence.
This was no ordinary fight.
This was sacred.
This was survival.
Rina stepped forward first, her movements slow and deliberate. Her bare feet crushed the fallen leaves underfoot, and the thick muscles in her arms rippled as she rolled her shoulders.
She was a seasoned warrior—battle-hardened, ruthless, and cold.
The type of fighter bred in darkness, sharpened by bloodshed.
Luna stared at her, feeling the weight of every pair of eyes watching.
Judging.
Waiting for her to fail.
Her body sti
