Page 31 of Ember's Claim
Her left shoulder hits the groundhardas he rolls us. He nips at her throat but quickly backs away, snarling his warning to stay down.
See, there’s the problem.
Female wolves are rare, and there’s no way he’s missed my wolf’s scent.
This asshole is unlikely to genuinely try to hurt a she-wolf.
I’m not going to give him the same courtesy,my wolf snarls.
Dash might be the brother more likely to go for my throat, since it’s pure instinct with shifters, but he’s also a giant softy when it comes to hurting women.
Will the same tricks that work on Dash work on the alpha? It couldn’t hurt to try.
My wolf grunts her disgust as I demand we tuck our tail. She’s barely gotten started in this battle, and she’s not happy with me.
Based on experience, we can fight for close to an hour without feeling any exhaustion. I owe my little brothers athank youfor being such violent jerks.
I’m sure it’s safe to say this alpha hasn’t been in a true fight in ages. His body mass in wolf form proves that. Yeah, he’s stacked in thick muscles, but that’s not necessarily the way to win.
There’s something to be said for speed and agility.
The other wolf snarls, drawing the alpha’s attention.
I’m not an expert in wolf traditions, but I’m pretty sure that, since I jumped in, I’m now the challenger, not him.
The alpha doesn’t care. His muscular body swivels, lunging with every ounce of strength his strong haunches can offer.
The two wolves meet in the air, the sound of gnashing teeth making me cringe as their bodies collide.
The crowd gasps as the alpha grabs the other wolf by the nape, ripping into his fur.
My wolf paces back and forth, studying our adversary and making a plan.
No beta should ever challenge an alpha.
It’s an unfair fight.
My wolf is done fucking around.
Her hackles rise as we prowl toward the alpha. He’s snarling at the downed wolf and drooling all over him.
She appraises his size as we move. He can’t be any larger than Dread, meaning we can finish this if we’re smart.
Prior planning is not one of my greatest gifts.
If people were awarded actual gold stars for doing stupid shit…
I’d have a bunch.
I’ve always been excellent at making impulsive decisions, which my family says comes from my alpha blood.
So, it might be dangerous to let her take the lead here, but the nearing full moon also lends her extra power.
My wolf pushes off with her back legs, landing between the alpha and his victim. The alpha tilts his head as she growls another warning. He rises up on his hind legs, using his considerable body mass to roll her again.
This time, she’s prepared for it.
My wolf whines her contrition as she wiggles under him.