Damien’s POV
When we returned to the border to meet with Richard and his group, Benedict declared, “I accept your challenge on the condition that my successor will fight on my behalf.”
“Your… successor?” Richard asked.
All eyes fell onto me.
“Yes. I’ve named Alpha Damien as my heir. I assume these new terms are acceptable,” Benedict said. “Or were you only hoping to fight against an old man, and not an Alpha in his prime.”
Richard snarled. “I can take on anyone. I expected to find a coward’s way out, Benedict. Hiding behind Damien? Pathetic. But this changes nothing. Yes, I’ll fight Damien, and I’ll win.”
“Then ready yourself for combat,” Benedict said. “We will see if you are all bluster.”
Our groups separated again, returning to each of our main forces. While Benedict fil
