Becky's POV.
"Who dares to challenge her?" The voice rang beside me.
Drey.
He was here.
"Am I late again?" He asked as he ruffled my fur.
My tense body relaxed, and the taste for blood was quenched.
Our eyes locked for a moment. I felt safe because someone was on my side.
Just then the silver-haired guy walked closer to Drey. He raised his voice, projecting for the crowd that had gathered.
"Alpha Drey," he called mockingly, "do you know your precious little wolf murdered one of my teammates?"
"It wasn't intentional; I didn't know how he died," my wolf hissed. Only Drey could hear me.
I could see Drey's jaw tighten as he stepped closer, his presence swallowing the air. "No one calls her little wolf," he growled. "And that kill was self-defense."
"Self-defense?" The silver-haired man laughed. "If she refuses this challenge, that word won't save her. Not here."
