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Elowen POV

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Training Grounds – Tap Out Arena – Surrounded by wolves from every allied pack.

The crowd was feral…literally. Wolves half shifted, howling, pacing, ready to see if the Moon’s Chosen could hold her own. I rolled my shoulders, stretching the tension out of my spine. My knuckles were taped, my hair braided back tight, and my heartbeat was slow. Focused. I wasn’t here to prove myself.

I was here to remind them who the fuck I am. L whistled low from the sidelines. “Rip their arses in half, mo ghrá.”

Ash just gave a smirk, his arms crossed like a smug bastard. Daxon was grinning like this was his birthday and I was the main event.

The ten wolves had already battled each other to earn this spot, and now? They wanted to see if they could take down the girl the Moon Goddess chose. fn660e Th?s chapter is updated by find?novel/fn660eolliJarin ckw – Southern Ridge champion brawler /li/ol

He cracked his neck, stepped forward, and grinned like he wanted a fight and a fuck.

“I’ll go easyb, /bsweetheart.”

I cracked my knuckles. “Don’t.”

He charged…no warm up, just brute speed. I sidestepped, swept his leg, and mmed my elbow into his spine on the way down. He

wheezed.

“Tap.”

“Fffffuck…fine.” Tap. ol start="2"liWi Stonefang – Omega turned enforcer /li/ol

She was quick, and had something to prove. Her strikes were sharp and smart. But I didn’t need shy.

I needed precision. We danced for nearly three minutes before I caught her off bnceb, /blocked her arm behind her back, and dropped us both into the dirt.

Her breath hitched. “You’re fast.”

“You’re done.”

Тар.

3-7: A storm of snarls and sweat. One tried to intimidate me with growls. I broke his nose with a knee to the faceb. /bAnother almost had me in a choke. I bit his forearm hard enough to draw blood. He tapped before he lost muscle.

A twin from the Northern pack got one punch in. I got threeb. /bHe was unconscious before he could regret it.

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The sixth tried a spinning kick. I caught it mid–air and flung him out of the circle like yesterday’s garbage.

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The seventh was a she–wolf with quiet eyes and silent steps. We grappled hard. She almost had me…but almost doesn’t fucking count. She tapped, breathless. olliRowen Frost Beta’s son, full shift fighter /li/ol

He shifted mid–match, trying to throw me off. Big mistake.

Lyssira surged forward inside me, our instincts synced. I ducked under his lunge, grabbed his scruff, and flipped him t onto his back with a snarl.

My boot pressed into his ribs. He shifted back, panting. “Holy shit.”

Tap. ol start="9"liTalya Moonpelt – Swift footed scout /li/ol

This one was a runner. Dodged, darted, dipped like a snake. But she was tiring. I feigned a stumble and let her get cocky.

Then I snapped up, wrapped her in a waist lock, and dropped her backwards with enough force to make her breath leave her in a whoosh.

“Nice try.”

She wheezed. “…Tap.” ol start="10"liGarron Vex Gamma of Stormcrest /li/ol

Final round. Tall. Built like a truck. Eyes like thunderclouds. He nodded in respect before charging.

This one fought smart. Controlled. He blocked three of my strikes and dodged two. But the second he hesitated, I pounced.

We crashed to the dirt in a blur of snarls and fists. He tried to overpower me, but I used his strength, twisted, countered, mmed him onto his back, my forearm across his throat.

“You gonna make me put you to sleep?”

His lips twitched into a grin.

“Tap.”

The arena exploded. Wolves howled, stomping and pping. I stood, sweat dripping down my spine, muscles burning, but standing. L’s voice cut through the noise. “Ye just made every Alpha here reevaluate their best warriors.b” /b

Daxon let out a long, low whistle. “Fuckin‘ wless.”

Ash smiled softly. “My girl.”

And Lyssira? She roared inside my mind. Chosen. Unmatched. Untouchable. I turned to the crowd and raised my fists as the chants

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started.

“Moon–Chosen! Moon–Chosen! Moon Chosen!”

Let ‘em chant. I earned every fucking syble.

Training Grounds, Five Minutes After the Last Tap Out Match

I barely had time to catch my breath. The crowd was still chanting, still high on adrenaline, still riding the wave of myst win. I turned toward my mates, grinning like a maniac, when Lyssira froze inside my chest.

“Danger.”

It mmed into me like a tidal wave. Cold and wrong. The kind of magic that rotted instead of bloomed.

And then…BOOM.

The air exploded as a ck portal tore open across the ridge overlooking the field. Five figures stepped out in sleek ck tactical gear, their eyes glowing red, their fangs bared. And behind them?

Aegis Protocol strike teams. Human ones. Dozens.

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