Samantha turned to face the towering man face to face, her same smile plastered on her face, but this one was tight, uninviting, and Eric could slightly see her jaw muscles clench as Deacon reached over to try and pull her into an unwanted embrace. Samantha quickly stepped back, sending a glare his way and a small wave of warning aura. Her eyes started to harden and small speaks of silver dotted her iris.

“Damn girl, I just wanted to introduce myself to you. But you scared of me,” he laughed, “run along home to your mate. I’m sure he is around here somewhere hiding behind a potted plant or something.”

A small growl reached Eric’s ears, he looked on, frozen as Samantha started to speak as she reached out her hand as if to shake his. “I’m sure we haven’t properly met.” Her voice trembling slightly, “Alpha Deacon from the Blood Moon pack I presume.” Deacon glared down at her outstretched hand, making no action to grasp it.

“Yeah,” he said gruffly, “what’s it to you young Luna?”

“I am Samantha Silver. The AL-PHA of the SilverFang pack. I’ll thank you to not call me Luna, or ‘Hot Little Lady’ I demand the same respect from you that I have offered you. You may call me Alpha Sam or Alpha Samantha, whichever you prefer.” Her eyes flashed again, as more silver flecks appeared in her eyes. Another stronger wave of warning flooded the room and a few betas shifted nervously in their places.

“What kind of weak ass pack has a little girl running things???” He laughed again, “I bet you even run at the first mouse you see! Isn’t that right…Lu-na?” He scowled down at her, “you do not dictate to me what I can or cannot say to those clearly weaker than I am.”

“You think I fear you just because you are taller and smell worse? Hate to tell you pal, the only thing strong about you is your body odor.”

“IS THAT A CHALLENGE???” Deacon exploded, outraged.

“Sounds like you challenged me first, moron. State your terms.”

“No holds barred, weapons allowed, and when I win you will leave your pack. You will return to my pack with me and you will be my Luna.” He glowered, “and I will enjoy every minute of breaking you.”

“Fine. But after I win. You will be stripped of your title and exiled to live the rest of your life as a rogue. Powerless and alone. Also,” she smirked before glancing at Violet who until now had a bored look on her face. “Also, when I win, the upcoming Mate-Matching dance will be held at the SilverFang pack.”

“What?!!” Violet screaked, “

Have you lost your mind? Do you understand how much planning goes into a function that large?!” Her demeanor changing drastically from the calm collected beta to one of panic.

Samantha lifted but a finger in Violet’s direction and Violet started to calm down. “Don’t worry, Vi, this fool is too worried for his pride than to accept my terms….”

“I ACCEPT!!!” Deacon roared, his face a full blown magenta.

Samantha’s smile faltered slightly before she broke into a large grin. “Great! Outside, 10 minutes. Go over your plans with your beta, he will be forced to rule the pack after your dethroning.” She spun on her heel and marched swiftly out the door.

The rest of the room looked on in shock and horror. A challenge of title had been proclaimed, and everyone in the room felt pity for the young femme alpha, who in their minds had bitten off more than she could chew.

Ten minutes later the entire training field was full, all the visiting leaders joined the pack members to watch the outcome of the match. Deacon stood in the middle of the field looking smug as ever, arms crossed with his murderous aura rolling off him in waves. In years past wolves hid their auras while around others as a sign of trust and respect. It kept the tensions down. Eric started to wonder why the young femme demanded ten minutes and from the looks on the faces of others he could tell they were wondering the same.

“I bet the little Luna ran!” Deacon crowed! “No matter, I’ll chase her back to her pack if need be, no one gets away with talking to me with such disrespect!”

“You wish I ran, I’m sure in a few minutes you are gonna wish you knew how to shut your mouth!” Eric turned to see Samantha walking towards the group. She had changed clothes, her long dress replaced with a brown outfit which looked to be made of animal hide. Deer hide judging by the shade and smell. Still stroking her fur with her gloved hands, she glared at the huge tyrant standing in the middle of the field. “This is your last chance, apologize and grovel at my feet and maybe I’ll let you keep your pride after this is over.”

“Not a chance, LUNA!”

Violet rolled her eyes as she took Samantha’s coat. “You know what Jess is going to say when you tell her we have to host this damn dance right?” She growled “I’m not telling her. I’m calling Greg and he can tell her. Though Greg is probably gonna ring both of our necks.”

Samantha slowly took her ribbon from her hair and handed it to Violet, “Just send him a text, its late so he probably won’t see it until tomorrow. That will give us time to think up a good story.” She shot a death glare at Deacon who was growing more impatient by the second. She slowly pulled her gloves off and laid them on top of her coat and ribbon in Violet’s arms.

She slowly made her way over, the tension outside rising as the moon slowly breached the horizon. A bright full moon gave light to the arena. The distinct scent of silver was introduced into the air and Eric looked wide eyed at Deacon who was holding a long silver knife in his hand.

That bastard! It wasn’t enough for him to be overly powerful! He had to use silver as well! He didn’t see any weapons on Samantha, but surely, she had to have something…. right? She was still smiling, her shoulders moving up and down and Eric just started to hear her laugh. His bones started to grow cold, her aura was rising. Something wasn’t right.

“As alpha of the Ridgemont pack I will hereby stand as witness to this fight! The outcome will be reported to the council of thirteen! Everyone remembers the terms, weapons allowed, death allowed, title transference and the right to hold the mate-matching dance to the winner! Forced marriage or exile to the loser!” He held his arm up as Samantha raised a middle finger to her opponent. Her perfectly manicured nails reflected off the moon’s rays and the crowd recoiled as the silver that dripped from each of her nails shone bright.

Eric glanced over to Violet as he sensed her walking up to stand beside him and Matthew. A frown gracing her face. “Greg just texted back!” She shouted. “He is pissed!” She started to let out an aura of her own, probably not realizing it but the older gentlemen were awestruck as her aura rivaled that of an alpha. Her phone started chirping and she flashed another glare of anger before answering it. “What” she snapped. Eric could barely make out an angry male voice on the other end. “I know its only a few months away, I told her that!” She paused again, “She was calm until that fool called her the L word!” Another pause. “No, she hasn’t killed him yet. I’ll call you after, shouldn’t take long, maybe 5 minutes at most.” She hung up the call. “Alpha! Gamma Greg said you have 10 minutes to finish that jackass and call him back otherwise he will tell Jess to meet you at the pack gates so you can tell her by yourself!”

The alpha of the Ridgemont pack looked again at both fighters. “Let the match begin!” He swung his arm down and retreated backwards as Deacon charged forward with a lustful look in his eye. He swung his knife high above his head and swung down to stab the femme. Without hesitation she grabbed his wrist with one hand and his upper arm with the other and in one fluid movement Deacon went flying over her head slammed loudly and forcefully onto the ground behind her. She laughed loudly. “Look! There went your pride!”

Deacon roared as he rolled over and sprang back to his feet. Forgetting his knife, he lunged again, to punch Samantha in the face. Almost effortlessly she avoided his punch and raked his face with her claws, now extended. He screamed in pain as the silver polish dug into his skin leaving bloody gauges across his cheeks only a hair’s breathe from his eyes. “Back up Bitch”

As Deacon stumbled back the aura pouring off Samantha turned murderous, suddenly rivaling and overpowering his own. Her eyes almost completely silver now with only small bits of green remaining danced with a dangerous gleam. “What’s the matter?” She laughed, “I thought you would be more of a challenge than this!”

A murderous roar erupted as Deacon began to shift, his clothes ripping and falling away as his huge red wolf stood in his place. Samantha laughing crazily, her eyes now fully silver and the tips of her hair curling upwards as it went from a chestnut brown to a platinum blond. Her aura raging now, dwarfing the alpha of the Blood Moon pack. “Now let’s have some fun!” She crowed.

“Alpha! Stop playing around! We have work to do!” Violet shouted.

A frown appeared on Samantha’s face. “I never get to have any fun.” She started to shift back while keeping her fangs elongated. She bared her teeth fully, revealing a full set of silver teeth. Deacon didn’t seem to notice the danger though as his wolf charged full tilt. She screamed as she punched the wolf fully on his snout and caused him to falter on his four legs. She grabbed him by the back of his neck and pushed his muzzle into the dirt under her feet.

“SUBMIT!!!” She screamed as she unleashed the most powerful wave yet. Causing the crowd to back up and lower their heads quickly. Eric wasn’t sure if this was intended or not, but it didn’t faze her beta at all who was again scrolling through her messages on her phone. In a flash Deacon was prone on the ground before her, completely nude and trembling in anger or fear, Eric couldn’t tell.

Samantha smirked as she rose, her aura slowly calming as her hair went back to her normal brown and her teeth shrinking. She flipped her hair in triumph as she began to walk away towards her beta. Not paying attention to the disgraced one on the ground. Only the crowd could see his next move: he grabbed the knife off the ground in anger. “HEY BITCH!” He screamed as he threw the knife with all his remaining power. She glanced back and quickly brought her hand up to catch it only for it to go clear through her palm and become stuck in her hand to the hilt. She looked at it with interest. “Huh, I need to practice knife catching again.” She maintained complete eye contact with Deacon as she ripped it out with her left hand. Blood pouring from her right hand as her aura spiked again, she licked the wound sadistically and Deacon looked on in horror as the wound started to close. “Bu-but that’s silver!” He whispered to no one, and all eyes remained glued to Samantha as she advanced to the poor fool who dared to insult her. Even Violet had looked up with interest now, waiting to see her alpha’s next move.

“Next time you challenge someone from a pack known as SILVERFANG, who willingly paints her nails with SILVER polish, and even had her own fangs coated with PURE SILVER you might want to attack her with something other than silver!” Deacon started to retreat, scooting backwards on his behind as his legs didn’t seem to work.

“NO, I’m sorry……uh Al-alpha!” He pleaded, as Samantha twirled the knife around her fingers.

“Too late, bitch!” She slammed the knife down with all the force she had, it lands between his legs and he howled in pain as his genitals were separated from his body, the knife driven into the ground down to the hilt. She spoke into his ear loud enough for everyone to hear. “I have taken your pride, your title, and now your manhood.” She paused as she ran her tongue over her teeth. “Would you like to keep your life?” She stood not waiting for an answer and turned to the alpha referee. “I think we’re done. My beta Violet will meet with you later for the transfer of title and to prepare for our next function.” She sneered at her prey on the ground as he whimpered in pain and blood loss. “Get your pack doctor out here, save his life. But leave his dick here. He wanted to give it to me so bad, I should keep it.” She grinned an evil grin before she walked to where her beta was waiting.

“Good evening, Alpha Eric,” she addressed the older man, her aura completely calm and collected as she began replacing her gloves and ribbon. “I trust you enjoyed that; my father used to tell me of the alpha both of you hated.” She chuckled slightly remembering the name her father used to call him. “Neither of you would call him by his name only…’The bastard of the Blood Moon’” She looked at the prone form on the ground, now surrounded by the pack’s doctors. “I guess he is now gonna be called ‘The bitch of No importance’” She laughed loudly again as she began to walk away with Violet in tow.

Eric followed her with his eyes as he stood in complete disbelief. Some of the other pack’s lunas approached her, congratulating her and introducing themselves while talking excitingly about the fight. No males approached her though, as most walked with one arm in front of them. Guarding their most important organs.

Matthew turned to Eric. “You remember what the rumors said? What they were calling her?” Eric nodded. “Yes, The Demon of the SilverFang Pack.” He smirked at the name. “A perfect name I think, I pity the next poor fool who disrespects her.”