Alpha Ryu
he announced, “and Alpha Theron of the Ironclaw. You will fight under ancient law. No weapons. No interference. To the death, or surrender.”
Ryu didn’t flinch. Theron grinned like a man already victorious.
Before the fight, there was a ritual. One that hadn’t been done in generations. The Bonding of the Soul, meant to draw strength from Luna. I didn’t want to do it, didn’t want to stand in the center of that bloody place and give the crowd more reason to stare. But Ryu turned to me, and his hand reached out.
“I need you,” he said softly.
I nodded.
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