Alpha Leon stood in the training pit, arms crossed over his chest as he stared at his Beta, Garrik. A smug smile played on his lips.
The entire pack had gathered, forming a tight circle around the pit, their eager murmurs filling the cold morning air. Some whispered in anticipation, others in doubt. Among the onlookers stood Alpha Dravon, his father-in-law, assessing the situation. Beside him stood Selene.
Leon almost laughed. She probably thought he was a fool.
Still, today they were all in for a shock.
His smile widened as he rolled his shoulders, appearing relaxed, even amused.
They thought they had him cornered.
And for a moment, he had thought so too.
He had spoken with Alpha Raventhorn earlier, and the conversation had confirmed his worst suspicions. The challenge from Garrik wasn't about strength, honor, or even leadership. It was a setup, a strategic maneuver designed to box him into a corner with no way out except submission.
They didn't want a war with Raventhorn.
