Chapter Sixty Nine

WRiter's Pov

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Dwight, the wild wolf, and Alpha Ryder a dreadful werewolf face each other, their torsi tense and inclined to vent their primal wrath. Dwight, with its black-gray fur, stands tall and arrogant, its amber eyes locked onto the glowing, blood-red eyes of Alpha Ryder the towering werewolf.

Charia in her human form moved far away from them, joining Delphi and Peter at the doorstep. She was excited and anxious to see the fight, to see her mate come to her rescue and she was delighted to see that Delphi could witness it too.

Dwight's muscles trickle beneath its fur, its posture low and predatory. Every instinct is sharpened, every sinew ready to vault into warfare. He knew Charia planned on trapping him, but he didn't think she would go extreme to lure him with her sweet scent of blood which he could not resist. It had been so long since he had tasted an adult with a fresh and raw cent, with that much flavor. He didn't know that was going to be his trap. But now that it wa