CHAPTER 239 Come at Me

  ~ RIG ~

  My father was huge as a wolf, his ruff so thick I wondered if my jaws would be wide enough to penetrate it. As he surged forward, launching himself towards me, I swore, then shifted myself, hearing Cara gasp, because I really had grown.

  I was brimming with a new strength, a new energy. My power had surged again when he shifted so quickly—by doing so he’d recognized my strength, which weakened him a little in the eyes of other wolves, and risked the wavering of their belief in him.

  But that just meant he was so confident, he thought he could lose a little of their power and still beat me.

  Cocky bastard.

  As the noise of the wolves cheering and howling swelled to shake the rafters, I threw myself across the arena, hackles high and body as big as I could make it, letting him see my size and ignoring the twinge of pain in my ribs because I couldn’t risk him knowing I had a weak spot.