33-2: unbalanced match

Unfortunately, the gray wolf's small stature, which had been an asset against such an imposing opponent, would be his undoing. His initial agility advantage had lasted only a brief moment.

The rogue let out a pleading cry, but it was too late. He tried to sit up on his paws to reduce the pressure on his neck. But the difference in size between the two wolves was such that his efforts were in vain.

Once the red wolf's fangs had closed in on his prey, the Alpha simply had to get back into position without bothering. Till placed his front paw heavily on the top of the gray wolf's shoulder. He only had to push lightly to separate the body from his rival's head.

A loud crack mingled with the gray wolf's cry of pain to the cheers of the Red Moon pack. The Alpha released the head to the ground. His opponent's blood now lent a coppery hue to his red coat.

The Red Moon pack loudly celebrated their Alpha's victory. Words of congratulations and cheers flooded Harry's