"Savage fighters?" I repeated after her, raising an eyebrow. I tried my best to look as interested in what she had to say as possible.
She huffed, turning up her nose snootily. Sienna pretended not to care, but I could tell that she was pleased she had sohow caught my interest, rather than having fight over who was truly Lucien’s mate. In her eyes, it was probably the sa as acknowledging she was the better of us.
"Yes," she said. "The Bloodmoon Pack differs from other packs. In most traditional werewolf packs, the position of Alpha is passed down from father to son, or even son-in-law. Otherwise, they might hand-pick a successor they favor," Sienna explained.
"It’s different for the Bloodmoon Pack," Georgia said excitedly. "The position of Alpha is― ouch!"
She hissed in pain as Sienna’s fist collided with her stomach, causing her to gasp sharply for air. Georgia recoiled, peeking at Sienna from the corner of her eye as she stepped back in silence.
Sienna cleared her throat. "In the Bloodmoon Pack, all n have an equal chance to beco the Alpha," she said. "However, they must fight and beat the previous Alpha for this position. Even if they’ve won, for a set period of ti, any other mber of the pack may challenge the successor for the position. The Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack must be the strongest of us all."
"You said all n," I said pointedly. "In that case, do the sa rules apply for the Luna?"
"Yes," Isabella said. "That makes Sienna the strongest of us."
"And only the strongest female can be the Alpha’s mate," Georgia wheezed out from the back.
"How interesting," I muttered, pretending to be thoroughly impressed.
To an extent, I was impressed. I knew that Lucien was fairly capable, especially if he was related to the Hadeon family. However, for him to be the strongest of what I assud was a pack of rogues, that had to be a new achievent.
Rogues were known to play dirty, and they fought a lot more rcilessly than normal wolves did. More often than not, they went for the kill. Morality wasn’t a word in their dictionary.
But for Lucien to be a part of this pack, that ant that he was a rogue as well. There were so people walking around the campsite who didn’t bear the sa mark of banished wolves. So, it didn’t an that everyone here was a disgraced wolf cast out of their pack.
For a second, I wondered if that was the case for Lucien. What about Ralph and Zeke in that case? I couldn’t seem to recall whether or not their forearms had the mark of rogues.
"So now you understand," Sienna said haughtily. "Lucien already has a mate. Not everyone can beco his partner, so you’d better not be holding your breath on it."
"I understand," I slowly said, "that what you’re saying is that you’re just the Luna of this pack, but not Lucien’s mate."
Sienna’s face instantly scrunched into itself as though she bit into a lemon.
"Are you an idiot?" she shrieked. "I literally just said―"
"That the strongest she-wolf becos the Luna of the pack," I filled in for her. "You didn’t say that Lucien picked you to be his chosen mate, and you most definitely didn’t say that you are his fated mate. If it were any of those two, you would’ve already admitted to it. They would’ve been much more credible than the roundabout thod that you ultimately chose to go with."
"I am his Luna," Sienna insisted. "That makes the most viable option―"
"Not everyone can beco his mate," I said, throwing Sienna’s words back at her. "I wouldn’t hold my breath on it."
When Sienna realized that I had just used her own words against her, her face turned red and purple. It cycled through multiple colors of the rainbow before darkening like a storm cloud.
"You little bitch!" she yelled.
Without another word of warning, she struck forward. She had partially shifted so that her claws could extend from her nailbeds, turning razor-sharp. I side-stepped just in ti, and she caught nothing but thin air.
Once she realized that she had missed, she growled, looking even more pissed off. She glared at the two won who were watching on the sidelines, snapping, "What are you two waiting for? Get her!"
The two won lunged forward instantly at her command, their arms making a grab for . However, for so reason, it felt as though they were moving in slow motion. I could predict their movents even before they executed them.
Dodging them quickly beca a breeze. I moved out of their reach, and even when they increased the speed of their movents, I was surprisingly still able to keep up. Eventually, they started to pant, their energy quickly depleting when they’ve caught nothing but air ti after ti. Their faces also turned increasingly frustrated.
"Useless," Sienna spat out the word under her breath.
With a crackle of bones, she shifted into her wolf. She was a lot larger than many other she-wolves I had seen, and I could definitely see why she was chosen as the Luna of the Bloodmoon Pack. Even just by looking at her, I could tell that she was a strong fighter and a formidable opponent.
She snarled, baring her teeth. Her sharp canines caught the light of the sun. With that as her only warning, she pounced forward. I threw myself out of the way at the last second, and she managed to nip off the corner of my shirt.
Sienna skidded to a stop, spitting out the small piece of torn fabric. Her posture was low, and she quickly repositioned herself before swiping forward again. Her paws hit the mark this ti, even though her claws didn’t. She slamd onto the ground, and I hissed in pain as I flew several ters away.
The twigs and dirt on the forest ground left red scratches along my skin. I clenched my jaw, trying my best not to make a sound.
I heard a growl from above. I looked up at once, just in ti to see that Sienna had pounced into the air, about to slam right onto .
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