A heavy silence surrounds the pack as Nico’s challenge hangs in the air. Wolves shift on their feet, some glancing between him and Damien with uncertainty, others murmuring among themselves. The tension is thick, pressing down on Raven’s chest like a weight.
“I’m challenging you for the title of Alpha, Damien,” Nico declares, rolling his shoulders as if preparing for a fight. His stance is broad, firm, like a wolf ready to pounce. “And I’m prepared to tear you apart to get it.”
A deep growl rumbles through Damien’s chest, raw and unrestrained. His muscles tense, his fingers flexing before curling into tight fists. He takes a step forward, towering over Nico, his dominance radiating in waves.
“I wouldn’t advise that if I were you, Nico,” Damien warns, his voice like the edge of a blade.
