Matt walked back out of the hut to where the rest were, still speaking. The chat quieted down as he walked into their midst.
"The battle that made Harry the alpha was compromised."
They all looked up at him completely surprised
"And how are you to know that" Maren managed to say.
"My father showed it to me"
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The night of the duel had been deceptively beautiful.
The moon hung full and bright in the sky, like a silver coin against the velvet darkness. Its light spilled across the Valley of Ephrah, washing over the ancient stones of the coliseum, turning the gathered wolves into shadows and silhouettes. The air was thick with anticipation, heavy with the scent of excitement and fear.
Edward stood at the center of the ring-like stage, his massive frame silhouetted against the moonlight. He was calm, steady, the years of his rule etched into the lines of his face. He had faced challengers before. He had never lost.
