Chapter 5. Clash of Alphas

Skye's POV

She is the one. The most feared that I had often heard about and I had no idea she was in the crescent pack.

Her beauty was no denial and way more exquisite than I have heard.

The raindrops on her clothes clung to every contour of her body.

When my wolf had taken charge, I knew I was in trouble.

"Mate." He echoed in my head.

Unwillingly, I found myself lowering my sword. My wolf didn't want to go heads with her, he wanted her close.

But she felt different. She swung her sword sharply, but I was able to averse from the cut in a nick of time.

She fought well but wasn't making proper calculations of her moves. Having scolded and kept my wolf in check, I had control of myself again and could tell her next move.

She had this fire to kill in her. Something raw was driving her to that point.

In an attempt to behead me, I flung her sword aside and trapped her to a tree, both hands held tightly in mine and my sword placed