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I broke through the clearing and saw Tadhg standing there, waiting for me I slowed and stalked forward,trained with , and at one hundred and seventy-five years old, he could definitely hold his own and had seen est soldiers I had

But I was in charge I was the Alpha I was the strongest

I stopped a few feet fro for ht, even if there was no malice behind it I wanted—needed—bloodshed I needed so to help fill that eood old-fashioned Lycan fight in the middle of the woods would do just that

The question hether he’d take e or not

He tipped his head back, his large black snout inhaling deeply and made a low sound, one of acceptance of the battle It was one I kneell enough, because I would’ve never backed down froe

I crouched, and he did the saine if ere in our hu like sinister psychopaths

I letinto the earth, feltin my ears as my heart pumped faster and harder Not only would I be exhausted once I dragged ht, but hopefully I’d be sore and bloody, the pain enough to tear so dark and painful out of me

And then ere crashing forward, ainst the other, claws and teeth rending flesh I growled in a dark sort of triu in ht

I needed this fight down to the core, down to the makeup of who and what I was Maybe he sensed the e it Maybe he saw a kindred soul Maybe he feels the same for his own unmated life

Whatever the reason, he was just as brutal as I ith snapping fangs and vicious attacks, tearing at flesh beneath thick fur, gripping the back of necks with our teeth He never let up, and I growled my approval of his brutality

As the fight progressed, ent harder at each other, became more vicious

And as I let the pain slaht as the sun inuntil all I felt was that physical ache