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He seemed to understand, retreating into a corner.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself before pushing open the back door. The sight that met me made my blood run cold.
Garth was looming over Casey’s unconscious form, his fists clenched, his face twisted with rage.
Fury spiked through me, my wolf roaring to the surface, ready to tear him apart.
“Let him go, Garth,” I growled, my voice low and dangerous, the shift already tingling under my skin.
Garth turned slowly, a sneer spreading across his face as he looked at me with contempt.
He had a slash across his face. Casey managed to hurt him. Good.
“After you humiliated me? No way in hell,” he muttered.
I felt the urge to lunge at him, but I forced myself to stay in control, my muscles coiled like springs, ready to snap at any second.
“I’m going to get rid of both of you,” he continued, his eyes gleaming with malice. “Then I’ll tell Cooper it was all an accident. There won’t be anyone strong enough left to challenge me. I’ll be pack second.”
I took a step forward, my fists clenching at my sides.
“That’s why you hurt Casey? To take my place?” I demanded.
Garth chuckled, the sound low and vile.
“You mated him. Both of you are connected. Toying with him amused me at first, because I knew it would rile you up. But now... both of you need to go. My ambition is larger than just being second,” Garth explained.
His words sent a chill down my spine. Garth wanted more than my position—he wanted to be the lead alpha.
He was nothing but a power-hungry bastard.
If he thought he could replace Cooper, he was dead wrong. But if he had his way, I wouldn’t live long enough to stop him.
I could feel my wolf tearing at the surface, begging to be set free. I didn’t hold it back any longer.
In a heartbeat, I shifted, the sensation both familiar and fierce as my wolf exploded from within.
Bones cracked, skin stretched, and within moments, I was on all fours, my hackles raised, snarling at the threat before me.
Garth shifted too, his form slightly larger than mine, but that didn’t intimidate me.
I’d fought stronger wolves than him before, and I wasn’t about to lose now. Not when Casey’s life was on the line.
He dashed toward me, his massive body hurtling through the narrow alleyway.
I met him head-on, our bodies colliding with a force that reverberated through my bones.
We bit and clawed at each other, jaws snapping, muscles straining.
The space was cramped, making every move feel more desperate, every strike more savage.
His teeth found my shoulder, and pain shot through me as he clamped down hard.
I twisted, using the momentum to throw him off, my claws raking across his side.
Garth howled in rage, but he didn’t back down. He came at me again, relentless. The fight was brutal, with each of us struggling for dominance.
The alleyway made it difficult to maneuver, forcing us to rely on pure strength rather than strategy.