Chapter Ten

Two thin swords clashed in the air in a game of fencing. George's and Drakken's, the two friends clad in protective clothes as they both battled to get a higher winning score than the other. Beta Duncan stood nearby to keep an accurate count of the scores and it had been a draw so far. They were both too competitive for his liking.

Other wolves trained outside on the field, most of them his guards who kept the palace safe at night.

Drakken yanked off the helmet and his hair that dripped with sweat fell to his face as he turned to stare at his Beta. "Did you not see that? I could have sworn my sword touched his arm."

"That's not the rules of the game. Arms are considered off target."

"Bollocks!" Drakken breathlessly expressed his disagreement, wiping off a trail of sweat that fell to his forehead. "Since when?"

"That's how it's always been," George chimed in with a smirk. "And don't even think about saying 'My palace, my rules'."

The Alpha King dropped his sword to the floor in defeat.