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.