I Claim Your Love
Chapter 31: A Winning Loser
The fear thoughts looped around in Einar's mind as there was room for no other thought. In a matter of a few hours his mate would be in the battle field preparing for his death bed perhaps. The thought brought plenty of rage as Einar had tried his every move to refrain Callan from entering the competition but the adamant nature of his mate compelled him to bow. The next few hours would simply pass as blip or it would break his mind completely.
Sitting in his office in front of piles of paper was the only salvation Einar had. He constantly made sure to keep himself busy in other works which would distract him from the inevitable. But the diversion worked only for a few moments before his mind engulfed in the thoughts of Callan again. Einar visualised the smiling and charming face of Callan which would soon turn into a bloody, bruised figure. He wanted to have good thoughts throughout but his heart could not deny the possible outcome of tomorrow.
Einar screeched his chair back and rose to his feet. He slowly made his way to the window to look outside the open ground. Young enthusiasts were training themselves for the important day. He was happy for the strength of will of his comrades. However he was more afraid about how he would survive tomorrow when Callan entered the ring. His determined beast would kill on the spot if even a hair of his mate was touched. How was he supposed to perform his duties as the alpha and control his animal at the same time?
The Alpha sighed in frustration and ran his fingers through his head. His attention was drawn to the door when a sweaty figure made its presence.
"I thought you were working." Garrick asked wiping his face of the wetness.
"I am trying to work but somehow I always get distracted."
By this time Garrick was intelligent enough to know who ruled his best friends thoughts. Talking about Callan with someone had brought a little relief to Einar's burdened mind. Though the pain, the agony would remain the same but the Alpha was soothed a bit when he shared things with Garrick.
"Then i suppose it is the right moment to have a conversation."
Einar furrowed his brow and looked behind his shoulders. "What do you want to talk about."
"The gift perhaps.. Have you thought of anything yet?" Einar sighed as he forgot about the age old traditions of the pack. It was mandatory for every Alpha to present a gift to his Luna welcoming her in the pack. Though it had to be done on the night of the coronation but the situation back then was far from ideal.
"I promised her to give whatever she desires."
Garrick nodded and sat on a chair "You may have to announce a ceremony after the trials."
"For what purpose?"
"We have two new mate pairs on the cards." Einar raised a brow and uplifted his chin for Garrick to continue "The bastard Alpha's daughter is apparently Tusker's mate."
"And the other?"
"It is Hazel; Luella's daughter." Einar deeply sighed when he heard the name. Luella was a distant cousin of Garrick who lived in one of the villages in the northern borders and Hazel was her daughter. Einar was astonished as Hazel was just eight years old.
"You look surprised." Garrick asked.
"I am more shocked actually. The Luna definitely has a wicked sense of humor when she pairs the souls." The irony never lost in his tone.
to your problem. How are you holding
to that question cause I don't
he wont win
him fight?" Garrick was speechless for a moment "Exactly. No one has seen what he is capable of. You can have a fair idea for he has been trained by Justus himself." Garrick understood what Einar was implying. Justus was
what you say is possible, he cannot face those number of people in the ring tomorrow. I mean it
have crossed his mind. He must have anticipated this onslaught already and made plans
narrowed his eyes "You talk as if you are sure he is going
whispered "Once he sets his eyes onto something he will do everything in his power to make sure he gets what
Will they be all right when they see their mate in the battle
for the past few days." Einar sighed "It is the wolf I am
jumps in the middle of
a temporary solution for that." Einar took a small transperent bottle filled with liquid out of his pocket "It
so bad?" Though Garrick knew the answer to this question he wanted to
the frontline every time there's an attack. He has to put his own life at stake to protect his Alpha. Do you think this will go down well with my beasts. Every moment he is on the field would put me in a tornado of anxiousness and worry. Moreover how am I suppose to bear his injuries, cause
nonchalantly sighed shaking his head. He wasn't entirely convinced with what
on the desk while his head leaned backwards facing the ceiling "If he becomes the next head warrior than we have to
it is." Garrick chuckled "On one hand you want him to be safe and uninjured while on the other hand you have accepted all the willing
happen but if the situation reaches a bind
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the human down. Callan had been on a roll since he stepped foot in the ring. His fight tactics and manoeuvres were not only
Einar's initial plan was to let nature take its course while Callan faced every opponent who had listed for the head warriors post. Even after facing fifty five people, he was not backing down! What stressed
saw the reaction of the people, the look of hate and disgust for his mate. He knew that no one would be acceptive of Callan as the new head warrior. With a firm resolve, he quickly stood up from his seat and muttered some words to the announcer. He exhaled a deep breath as
and out of breath. Moreover his injuries added to his woes. How was it fair for him to face the strongest wolf in the entire pack in such a
almost pleaded "Please don't
in his anger "You
very next moment Einar made a dash towards the man and threw him flying to a distance with just a tuck of his shoulder. Callan fell back on his injured leg and groaned in pain amidst the cheering of the crowd. He steadily stood up on his wobbly feet and took a long breath to calm himself. He concluded that there was no other way to come out of this than to fight the alpha. Since Einar decided to fight in the human form he was partially relieved. He took a mental note on the accessories
the alpha with a handful of dust. He threw the powder aiming the eyes of the alpha. Einar in the very next instant was rendered helpless as a strange irritation surged through his eyes and he lost his coordination. Callan took advantage of
alpha roared in agony but the move
a growl. No sooner Callan came from his shock did an iron fist collided with his jaw. He felt the pain and saw the second blow come for his
sensation of sting bees rang through his head as he made his one final
one of his hands and brought him up, levelling him to stand face to face. Callan's eyes were barely open while his lips were oozing blood from the cuts. His
feathers black as tar, the Raven hovered around the alpha with a sickly caw. Einar's movement was suddenly interrupted as he let go of Callan and focused solely on the approaching bird. The raven flapped its ebony feathers and landed the first attack on Einar's face with its sharp beak. Though Einar was taken aback for a moment he was contemplating the attack of the