Something was definitely going on and Dixon didn't quite know what it was. And he was one of those wolves who didn't like to be uncertain. He knelt down in front of the she-wolf and grabbed her shoulder.-What do you know about this?She shook her head and didn't dare speak again. She was afraid that any of her words might get him out of control again and she was still processing that he was just seconds ago about to... reject her. Just thinking about it made her chest clench so tight it hurt infinitely. Even her mate was rejecting her. She wasn't lying, she had no idea who the two of them were talking about.Dixon closed his eyes and sought patience. He would get no answer from her, that was certain. He would have to attend to this problem personally and find out who the hell this wolf was that had dared to touch and mark his mate. He would rip his teeth out no matter what. That was a fact. She stood up and looked at the beta still in the doorway.-Bring me a rope- he snapped in anno

The nearly 20 minutes that followed were almost a test of survival for those present inside the room. Every second the smell inside the room grew stronger as the two wolves both glared at each other and exuded their pheromones. Dixon wasn't showing it, but he wished this would be over soon. He wasn't nervous about the outcome of the ritual, it was certain he would emerge as the alpha's son, both his physique and power were similar to his father. But he had things to understand, like his mate who was just a few doors away from them. Mate that had the scent of the wolf in front of him and was somehow also claiming her.How dare he?She was his. And no, he would not reject her, he would make him understand her place. Nothing would be taken from him again. He would have to make strong work with the she-wolf, however, she would understand to close her legs to other wolves and only open them to him.On the other hand, Ethan was just leaning against the wall, with his arms across his chest.

The water pounded against her skin as if it wanted to break her, her body crashed against the stones, hurting her bones as it went by. And despite all that and the pain that almost drove her to unconsciousness, Isabela could only smile internally because at last, after this, when she reached the edge of the river, where the beginning of a violent waterfall was located, she could find peace after death.-NO- she heard in her head, a voice that did not belong to her mate, but she paid no attention to it.It was the first time she had been able to make a decision and see it through to the end. He couldn't be happier, even if it meant ending his life.However, her happiness, as usual did not last long. Something closed around the back of her neck in a violent way and pulled her tightly, preventing her from reaching her destination. Clara tried to struggle and resist, only to realize the damage to her body and not being able to move. Moreover, what pierced the back skin of her neck were fa

Will felt like his head was about to explode, especially since he was mediating the whole chaotic situation in the pack. Having the former alpha about to die, his supposed sons about to rip their own throats out claiming both the position that rightfully belonged to them and also the she-wolf who was their mate. All that would bring gray hair to his already light hair, through which he ran his hand, feeling it soaked with sweat. He was going crazy.But first things first. Solving the issue of the pack's alpha that was the most important thing, after that would come the Moon. He wondered why the Moon Goddess had given those two wolves to someone like Clara. A flawed female, with hardly any personality and who would rather stand in a corner taking punishment than rise up in all her splendor. That he had always detested about her. Even if she was half blind and had had a bit of a rough childhood from what he'd heard, she might at least have more willpower, but nope. To have someone like

-Keep running. Don't stop. You're going too slow.A 10 year old puppy listened to his back, orders, and more orders, that incited him to continue moving, even when his body could not stand it anymore, the wounds on his skin were deep, making the blood run and stain the floor, leaving a trail behind him. Because yes, it didn't matter his state, if he felt bad, if he was injured, if he hadn't rested, if he was a simple puppy. He was bound to train until the sun faded and beyond.That was how he had been taught and trained for as long as he could remember. Without the love of a family, without knowing what it was like to be held, or cared for after long days of training where he was not even given enough food to satisfy his hunger. So, Dixon had only developed his instincts, not his feelings.So when he sensed the feeling of amozaba against him and something brushing against his neck, he turned hard, grabbing the two hands he found in his path and slamming his assailant's body against th