Ellis
Sometimes, you have to adapt. Wasn’t that the hallmark of a truly great leader?
The challenge hadn’t gone as I had planned. I knew I couldn’t win in a fair fight against Aiden, even if he was as old as Methuzelah. Genetics had never played in my favor, I was too short, and the man outweighed me by at least fifty pounds. My wolf, to my ever-present disappointment, very much favored my father’s omega bloodlines. But I went into the challenge with a brilliant plan. Harass Aiden’s wolf until he shifted, and then retrieve the gun from my jacket, and finish the fight with the silver bullet.
Sure, weapons were against the rules, but once Aiden was dead, it was a moot point. The winner makes the rules. No one would dare question the victorious Alpha.
But that plan went to hell when Aiden
