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It sounded like a war drum.
Like the heartbeat of death itself.
And in that moment, the game stopped being a game.
This… this was an execution. A slow, deliberate one-sided execution.
Leslie’s POV – Lunar Pub, Second Floor
The terms of the Claw Oath were set.
The entire VIP section on the second floor of the Lunar Pub had crowded in. The air was thick with the sharp tang of Alpha battle pheromones and the excited scent of spectators. This was a primal duel, one of pure honor.
Leiss, desperate to regain his pride, chose to go first.
He took a deep breath and slammed his left hand down on the table, palm flat.
Grabbing the moonstone dagger that gleamed with a cold silver light, his eyes flashed with cruelty as he began his performance.
Thud, thud, thud, thud!
The dagger blurred into a stream of silver shadows between his fingers, slicing through the air with a sharp, forceful wind.
His movements were fast, infused with the explosive power of a high-rank werewolf, but to my eyes, there was a trace of impatience in his aura-a rush to prove himself.
Sure enough, in the final pass, his wrist trembled ever so slightly, the tip of the blade grazing the wood with a shallow scratch.
He finished unharmed, but it wasn’t perfect.
Panting, he stabbed the dagger into the table with a self-satisfied smirk and looked at me with a challenge in his voice. “Your turn, Governor.”
I ignored him. I stepped forward slowly and placed my left hand flat on the solid oak tabletop.
My fingers were long, my skin pale-an image completely out of place in such a bloody, brutal game.
I picked up the dagger and felt the cold of the moonstone seep into my palm.
It reminded me of something Lars told me when he taught me this game at age six: An Alpha’s will must be steadier than the sharpest blade.
I glanced at Leiss and smiled.
He probably thought I was just a singer with some connections.
He had no idea. Over the past three years, left alone in the empty halls of the Crimson Moon Pack, I’d picked up quite a few of the forgotten “games” of royalty-just to kill time.
The next second, my wrist moved.
If Leiss was a gust of wind, then I was silent lightning.
The silver gleam became a blur, a wild flurry dancing between my fingers. My face stayed blank. My eyes were cold, calm-like I was doing something as routine as tying a shoelace.
The entire bar fell silent, except for the rhythmic thud! thud! thud! thud! thud! of the dagger striking the wood-like the beat of death.
When I completed the final strike, stopping the blade precisely beside my pinky, the room froze.
My hand was unscathed.
And the table beneath it-each point between my fingers-was marked with surgical precision, as if measured with a ruler.
I didn’t just win. I crushed him. Humiliated him.
“You…!” Leiss’s face turned ghostly pale, his eyes filled with stunned horror.
“The wager, BataLeiss.” I rose to my full height and looked down at him like he was a lamb awaiting slaughter.
Astrid stepped out immediately, her voice booming across the room. “Fulfill your oath! Strip, destroy the hand you used to hold that knife, and crawl back to your den like the beaten dog you are!”
Under the scornful, mocking stares of every werewolf-and with Eric and Kirby watching with conflicted expressions-Leiss trembled, his face turning from white to green to a deep, choking purple.
With a roar of rage, he grabbed the dagger from the table-but in the end, he couldn’t bring himself to use it. Instead, he hurled it to the ground with all his strength.
The bar’s security-two werewolves built like bears-moved in at once, ripping the clothes from his body without mercy.
As Leiss howled in humiliation, I calmly pulled out my personal communicator and snapped a clear photo of his nearly naked, shame-ridden form.
“Leiss,” I said coldly, looking him in the eye. “Remember how you looked tonight. This is your disgrace and my insurance. If there’s a next time, this picture goes up on every Pack’s bulletin board.”
With that, I put away the communicator and didn’t spare him another glance.
This farce was over.
Kirby POV – Outside Lunar Pub
I watched Leslie and her friends walk out of the pub’s side door, chatting and laughing as if the intense wager inside had been nothing more than idle amusement.
From within, I could still faintly hear Leiss’s roar, laced with fury and shame.
Something impulsive and uncontrollable drove me forward. Without thinking, I followed them and stepped in front of their path just before they reached their car.
“Leslie, wait.”
She stopped and turned.
The night breeze lifted the hem of her silver-gray dress. Moonlight bathed her face, making those cold eyes seem bottomless.
Astrid and Amala immediately stiffened beside her, their Alpha energy surging with alert tension.
For the first time, I felt completely out of place standing before her.
“About… what happened at the restaurant,” I forced the words out, voice rough, “Slyvana’s behavior… I’m sorry.”
Even I could hear how hollow those words sounded.
Leslie looked at me, her expression unreadable.
There was no anger in her eyes. No hatred. Just a bleak stillness-like the frozen silence of the far northern tundra.
“Sorry?” she finally spoke, her voice so cold it could freeze your soul. “Kirby, apologies don’t heal wounds that have already rotted. Your regret means nothing to me.”
“It doesn’t change the fact that for the past three years, your family treated me like dirt, trampling me without a second thought. It doesn’t change the fact that in your heart, I wasn’t even worth a single strand of Leanna’s hair.”
Her words hit like a punch to the chest, and all I could do was stand there in silence, struggling to breathe under the crushing weight in my heart.
She took a step forward, brushing past me. That once-familiar scent of hers drifted by-but now, it carried a cutting chill I’d never known.
“Instead of wasting your breath on meaningless words,” her voice came from behind me, “you should worry about your own Pack. Your sister. Your friends.”
“Tell Leiss I’ve got his finest moment from tonight captured perfectly. If he-or any dog from Crimson Moon Pack-dares come near me again…”
She didn’t finish the sentence, but the naked threat in her tone chilled me more than any words could.
She opened the car door and got in. Not once did she look back.