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This time, Kryder walked toward him, head lowered, jaw tight. His stride was slow, deliberate. A challenge.
Grant stood his ground and raised his fists, but he also levitated an inch above the sand.
When Kryder drew close, he lifted his fists as well. A sneer curled his lips. He whipped his right fist toward Grant.
Grant moved, but not fast enough. The blow slid off his chin and would have toppled him sideways, but he caught his balance.
He ducked at the next swing and with a slight arch of his back, swung up with his right fist hard and caught Kryder underneath his chin.
Kryder’s body jerked upward since he, too, had started levitating. He was airborne and falling backward onto the sand.
Natalie glanced at her team. This would be the perfect time to trap Kryder with the net. But two of the men were looking up into the gallery. She followed their line of sight and saw that Ryan had only finished waking up two-thirds of the pack.
With that many still in a trance-like state, Kryder would be able to control the situation. There was nothing the team could do.
She shot a message to Grant. Ryan has one-third of the pack to go. Stall Kryder if you can.
Will do.
By now, Kryder was on his feet, but blood poured from his mouth. He wiped it off with the back of his hand his expression mulish. His men cheered him on, though the wolf-pack was still silent.
Natalie was amazed by the self-control the wolves were showing. But from what she understood, Grant had set the example himself the many times Kryder had beat him while trying to force Grant to bid for a dominance battle.
Kryder once more came at Grant, walking on the sand slowly, lifting his fists when he got within three feet of Grant.
But Grant didn’t hold back. He shot toward Kryder, head-butted him then levitated swiftly to come down hard on Kryder’s forehead with two fists.
Before Kryder could react, Grant shot away from Kryder to float in the air twenty feet distant. He was breathing hard, his gaze fixed on Kryder.
Kryder flew slowly, low near the sand in the direction of Natalie and the net-team. Each wolf stood his ground, but it was like watching a wall of muscle the size of small car approaching. Kryder kept wiping blood off his mouth.
The team started levitating backward to get out of his way, but Kryder finally stopped. He then turned back to face Grant. He reached behind him, and Natalie watched in horror as he removed a small, needle-like blade from the waistband of his leather loin cloth.
She’d heard of this before. Alpha Fergus had almost died from a similar attack in a dominance fight.
Grant, watch out. Kryder has a blade in his possession, very small and needlelike.
I’m not surprised.
She glanced up at the gallery. Ryan is almost done with the wolves. Your pack has incredible discipline.
Yes, they do. One more reason to finish this…now.
She smiled as she said, Do it.
She waved to the wolves around her and spoke quietly. “This is it.”
Each nodded, then secured the net more firmly. Discipline was exactly the right word. She knew Grant ran drills with his wolves over and over and not just those who had warrior abilities or inclinations. All the pack wolves drilled with Grant.
Her heart set up a terrible racket. She knew a thousand things could go wrong and if Grant wasn’t careful, that blade could end his life.
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Grant descended slowly. He noted Kryder’s left hand curled around what was no doubt the blade Natalie had mentioned.
Her voice entered his mind. The team is ready with the net.
If Ryan isn’t back in time, use your judgment, Natalie. I trust you.
