Chapter 13 - The Duel of Wills
The courtyard fell into a dead, suffocating silence. Alpha Vane’s eyes widened in shock as he felt the sheer, crushing weight of ancient magic radiating not just from Jesse, but directly from Jane. The bond between them had deepened, turning Jane’s dormant omega blood into a conduit of royal power.
“You dare challenge a bloodline duel?” Vane snarled, his pride overriding his caution as his eyes flashed yellow, his body beginning to shift into a massive, frost-furred dire wolf.
“Vane, stop!” Jesse warned, his voice dropping into a lethal, bone-shaking growl as his own golden eyes ignited and his claws extended. “You are stepping into a fire you cannot survive.”
“No, Jesse,” Jane said firmly, holding out a hand to stop him. She looked at Vane without an ounce of hesitation. “If I am to rule beside the King, I will earn every inch of it.”
Vane lunged forward like a freight train of muscle and ice, snapping his jaws. But Jane didn’t cower. Channeling the golden warmth pulsing from the core of her heart, she sidestepped with blinding speed, a grace born of a thousand secret nights spent dodging cruel blows in the Silver Moon pack.
As Vane turned for a second, more vicious strike, Jane didn't use brute force. She raised her hand, and a wave of pure, golden light—the residual magic of the spell that had woken the king—erupted from her palm, striking Vane squarely in the chest.
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The massive Alpha was sent flying backward, crashing hard against the icy cobblestones. He struggled to rise, but the golden aura pinned him down, entirely robbing him of his aggression.
Silence reigned supreme across the courtyard. Every Northern warrior dropped to one knee, lowering their heads in absolute submission.
