Before the prince can make a move, Ambrose takes a step forward.
I watch as he lets out a growl so loud and deep, the room seems to vibrate. I almost lose my balance, leaning against the king to catch myself.
The room stops. I observe as the fighting stops, all the shifters turning to the king and prince like they have no other choice but to listen.
I’m not sure what happened, but I can guess Ambrose used his authority to make them stop. I don’t know why.
Ambrose shifts, human beside me once again. Sebastian pauses but shifts a second later.
“There won’t be much of a pack left if we continue fighting, brother,” Ambrose says. “Let’s finish this. You and me. Whoever wins takes the crown and will be the Alpha.”
Sebastian glances at his pack, considering. There are already a few dead bodies, I can’t tell how many. If they keep at it, everyone will be dead or wounded. Even with Elric, they are evenly matched in strength.
“To the death,” the prince says.