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Ronan stopped retreating. The bored warrior rushed forward, confident. Ronan sidestepped with casual grace, grabbed the back of his head, and slammed his knee up. The warrior’s nose shattered. He went
down and didn’t get back up.
Four strikes. Four seconds. Four warriors down.
The silence was deafening.
All four of my Alphas stood in the center of the circle, barely winded, not even breathing hard. The blood
on them was superficial. The hits they’d taken were nothing.
They’d been in complete control the entire time.
Darius cracked his knuckles, looking almost bored. Killian grinned, that cocky smirk back in full force.
Lucien brushed dust off his shoulder like this had been a minor inconvenience. Ronan stretched his neck,
relaxed as ever.
The crowd erupted. Gasps, shouts, shock.
Hendrik’s face had gone from smug satisfaction to pale horror. He stared at his fallen warriors, then at my
Alphas, realization dawning that he’d never had a chance. They’d made fools of his best fighters.
The officiating elder looked stunned but stepped forward. “The challenge is decided. Luna Clara’s authority stands. Her bonds are recognized as legitimate.”
Hendrik’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. His warriors were still down, groaning, broken. For a
moment, I thought he might try to attack anyway, law be damned. But he was too old, too traditional for
that. He lived by pack law even when he hated the outcome.
“I concede,” he said, the words barely audible. “Your bonds are legitimate. Your authority as Luna stands.”
He turned to the gathered witnesses, trying to salvage some dignity. “But mark my words. The Council
won’t be as easy as I was. They’ll have more than warriors to throw at you. They’ll have law and politics
and centuries of tradition. This isn’t over.”
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“We know,” I said quietly. “But thank you for the warning.”
Hendrik’s warriors were being helped up by their own people, limping, broken, humiliated. They’d fought well. They just hadn’t realized they were fighting something beyond them.
The witnesses started leaving, but the tone had completely shifted. The earlier satisfaction was gone, replaced by shock and fear.
“Did you see that?”
“Four strikes. That’s all it took.”
“They were playing the entire time.”
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“The Council should be terrified.”
“Maybe she’s right. Maybe the Goddess knew exactly what she was doing.”
Not everyone was convinced, but everyone was scared now. That was better than respect. Fear meant
they wouldn’t challenge us lightly.
Derek appeared from the crowd with water skins and medical supplies, though none of them needed it.
“That was… I don’t even have words.”
“Effective,” Lucien said simply, taking the water anyway.
“You were toying with them,” I said, looking at all four. Not quite sure whether to be impressed or angry.
“The entire time.”
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