Lennox's POV
I stared at Levi, trying to read what was going on behind his eyes.
Why a spar? And why add a prize to it?
Nothing about this felt casual. Levi never did anything without reason—and the look on his face told me this wasn't about training or entertainment.
My first instinct was to refuse.
Every part of me wanted to say no, to step back, to avoid this entirely. Sparring with an Alpha—with Levi—was dangerous on too many levels. If I fought the way I truly could, I'd expose myself. If I refused, it would look like fear… or worse, disrespect.
And you don't disrespect an Alpha.
So I inclined my head. "As you wish."
His lips curved slightly, but there was no humor in it. "Good."
We moved toward the weapon rack. Warriors were already starting to gather, sensing something worth watching. I reached for a short blade, deliberately choosing something basic. Levi picked twin batons—his favorite.
He looked angry.
