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Demetrius and Marcella jumped, and Searle stiffened while the crowd went insane.
Hai! Hai! Hai!
Mercedes screamed and bolted into the ring in wolf-form and flung herself at Sterling.
Searle smashed me back into my seat just as I tried to jump up.
A moonsilver blur shot into the ring, and a huge she-wolf with a matching pelt to Sterling lunged at Mercedes and tumbled her into the muck and blood. Cerys wrestled Mercedes into the muck, out of range of the males, and some FrostFur rushed into the ring to drag her back to the perimeter. Cerys loped back to her place by Garrett. There was a tangled, bald scar from an old wound on her hip.
And she was amagnificentshe-wolf. All eyes left the males for a second to admire her. Easily the size of a male, large-framed,hugefangs, massive paws with large claws, deep sweeps of dark black markings framing her eyes and muzzle, and a silky, sleek coat that looked blue-tinged in the morning light. She was as gorgeous in wolf-form as she was in human form.
She returned to Garrett’s side, but stayed in wolf-form and on alert, bristling.
Mercedes howled and writhed as her pack restrained her at the edge of the ring.
Cerys barked at her, promising it wouldn’t end well if Mercedes tried to interfere again.
“Stay,” Searle snarled.
Sterlingpulledat the open wound. Alan chewed on his shoulder, desperation in his motions while he tried to twist his claws in Sterling’s hide to wreck his leg. Sterling’s hide held, and Sterlingpushed, this time toppling Alan into the muck.
I barred my teeth as feral glee slid through my veins. “And now he wins.”
The infection in Alan had started. The flicker of doubt in Alan’s eyes, the realization ofoh shitas Sterling bore down on him, bleeding and unrelenting and teeth barred, muzzle marked with a ratter’s scars.
Doubt spread through Alan like wildfire as his brain processed the severity of his wounds. His movements slowed. Doubt hindered his joints. Desperation replaced rage. Even his hide thinned in places as his ability to hold war-form wavered.
In a final effort, Alan managed to wrestle free of Sterling. Sterling scrambled after him and flattened him in the muck.
Sterling drove his claws into the wound in Alan’s neck. Alan screamed as claws sank past muscle and tissue and hit bone.
The crowd howled. Mercedes screamed.
There was a horrible sound as Sterling yanked Alan’s spineup. Alan’s head jerked back, then his entire body stiffened a split second before it collapsed forward.
Alan didn’t move.
Mercedes’ howl was a scream unlike anything I’d ever heard, but I had screamed to myself a thousand times over the past six months.
Sterling staggered up, still in war-form, and clutched his chewed-up shoulder with the claw covered in bits of bone and tissue from Alan’s spine. There was a bulge rising up from the wound as Alan’s body melted into human form, shedding the war-form pelt as the last bits of life left his body.
Mercedes flung herself at his body and screamed.
And screamed.
The other FrostFur raced into the ring.
He’d won.
He’d won.
He’d won.
Wolves were on their feet. Garrett and Cerys were racing towards Sterling. Elders were shouting. Malte vaulted into the fray.
Searle hauled me to my feet.
“Get her and Marcella out of here,” Demetrius snarled to Searle. “Now.”
