My Most Precious Human

Alphas Duel

The world around me was spinning, and I could hardly walk by myself. I might have been more exhausted mentally than physically. The pain in my chest was dredged up by the guilt of my first kill. I knew I could rationalize what I did, and I knew that Derek deserved to die, but that didn't change how I felt about it deep in my heart. I kept staring at my hands, dirty with blood, and at the knife, which I held tightly.

Ian wrapped my arm around his shoulder and walked with me, supporting me at each step. I noticed that the majority of my wounds had mostly regenerated already, but the deep cuts on Ian's neck and chest were still far from healed.

"Are you ok?" I asked softly.

"I've been through worse." He gave me a wry grin. "It's you that I'm worried about. You look like a bloody mess. You won't die on me, will you?"

"It's not my blood, mostly," I sighed, then my lips curved into a faint grimace. "My body is going to be fine. It is my mind that is missing a piece…"

"You'd better fix that quickly. Our groups might have taken control of the area, but that doesn't mean we are safe," he advised, scanning my face.

"I'll get there," I promised, forcing myself to smile. "Speaking of getting there… Where are we going?" I looked around and saw that we were past the audience hall, heading to the stairs.

"The duel is going to take place outside on the grounds behind the mansion," he explained.

"That went fast…" I muttered under my breath.

I started wondering how long I had been occupied with Derek, for everyone else to secure the place, and move from the audience hall outside. My guilt began to shift towards not helping my group in the fight and taking care of my private clash instead. I hadn't been exactly given a choice, but still…

with the rest of the group…" I said with a heavy sigh. "I should

all, you did the world a favor by killing him. Second, I'm not sure if anyone from our group could have taken him down the way you did. Believe me, the rest had it easier without him

better thinking that maybe I had contributed to taking over the place after all. With the new wave of air in my lungs, I began to recover emotionally and realized how weak and naïve I had been choosing to participate in this war. My idealistic thinking produced a perfect image where no one dies, and defeated ones could get up the next day and choose to live differently. Oh, my dearest stupidity… The freezing cold

smiling at me, as if I had achieved something big. I didn't think that I had done anything

even attacked the Southern Woods yet, but you have already killed one of

saw close to a hundred Scarlet Valley warriors tied up and guarded by the Moon Hill Pack members. All six groups had completed their missions and were gathering at the grounds to witness the last resort the Scarlet Valley Pack had:

pack by fighting against another pack's leader. A pack with a strong leader could always be safe, but without a powerful alpha, the pack could only count on

sticky from the blood, Derek's and mine, and couldn't wait to get it off of me. Not only did it smell

grounds at the back of the mansion, I saw a huge crowd standing in a circle, creating an arena for the alphas fight. I thought of standing somewhere at the back, mostly because others didn't seem to have a single strand of their hair dirty while I personalized Bloody Mary, a literal version of her. However, Ian had another plan, and, before I knew it, he was holding my hand and squeezing us through the crowd. Surprisingly, people started making way for us to get to the front. As we walked to

examining every inch of my

fine." I managed a faint

Ian explained, standing

Was Derek that "famous"

the Palace," he hissed. "I guess he didn't

and I am all right." It was an obvious lie, but I didn't

stared at me worryingly. His fingers roamed down from my shoulders, gently stroking my freshly healed arm,

I'm fi-"

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