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Chapter 237: Chapter 237 Combat
"I’m okay, Luca, don’t worry," Kyra muttered back, smiling at Lucas as she held his hand. He looked at her with his clear ocean-blue eyes, searching her face, but then looked away.
Kyra felt a growing sense of urgency and decided that she needed to talk to the healer about what was going on. She couldn’t just sit by and do nothing.
"We’ve all gathered here to discuss this situation," Healer Angelo said. "All males ranked five and above, please visit the leader house tomorrow morning. We need to come up with a plan. With winter here, other tribes and towns are refusing to trade food with us, so we don’t have any choice."
"We will peacefully end this meeting here," the leader announced, signaling that it was time for everyone to leave.
But just as the group started to disperse, a voice rang out, cutting through the air like a blade. "Wait!"
Everyone froze and turned toward the source. It was Damon. Tall and striking, his sharp facial features and intense silver eyes caught everyone’s attention.
"I, Damon, the Blue Dragon, want to challenge Lucas the Wolf right here to combat for the female," Damon declared, his voice strong and unwavering. The room erupted in murmurs of excitement as the males buzzed with anticipation. A fight for dominance, especially one over a female, was a exciting and thrilling event.
Lucas, standing tall beside Kyra, didn’t hesitate. "I, Lucas the Silver Wolf, accept Damon’s challenge." His voice was calm, but firm, as he shook off Kyra’s arms. She had been holding onto him tightly, her eyes wide with worry as she shook her head, silently pleading for him to reconsider.
But Lucas had already made up his mind, and there was no turning back now.
"Battle in our beastmen forms," Damon repeated, and Lucas nodded in agreement.
The atmosphere was electric with tension as everyone silently moved aside, creating a wide circle for the fight.
The excitement in the air was palpable, with whispers of anticipation running through the crowd. Kyra, feeling her heart race, found herself standing near a large cedar tree.
She glanced at Lucas, who stood tall and calm on one side of the clearing. His ocean-blue eyes were focused, his silver hair catching the light, giving him an almost ethereal appearance. He looked like an angel, someone pure and righteous, ready to fight for what was rightfully his.
On the opposite side stood Damon, his presence domineering and intimidating. His long, blue hair flowed down his back, contrasting sharply with the darkness in his silver eyes. Those eyes, sharp and cold, held a dangerous glint that made Kyra’s breath catch in her throat. Damon looked every bit the villain, his expression filled with a mix of anger and determination. There was something dark and intense about him, a force that couldn’t be ignored.
Kyra’s gaze darted between the two males, each so different from the other, yet both powerful in their own way. She couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that had settled in the pit of her stomach. This wasn’t just a fight—it was a battle that could change everything. She wanted to stop it, to find a way to make them see reason, but the determination in their eyes told her that there was no turning back now.
As the two males squared off, the crowd around them buzzed with excitement. The air was thick with the tension of what was about to happen. Every eye was locked on Lucas and Damon, waiting to see who would make the first move.
Lucas flexed his hands, his muscles tensing as he took a deep breath. He had fought many battles before, but this one felt different. This wasn’t just about winning or losing—it was about Kyra. And that made it all the more important. He had to win. For her. For them.
Damon, on the other hand, exuded confidence. He rolled his shoulders back, his stance relaxed, almost as if he was already certain of the outcome. But Kyra knew better. Damon was anything but relaxed. She could see the fire in his eyes, the same fire that had driven him to challenge Lucas in the first place. Damon wasn’t just fighting for her—he was fighting to prove something, to himself and everyone else. And that made him dangerous.
The world seemed to hold its breath as the two males stared each other down, neither willing to be the first to break the silence. The tension in the air was so thick it was almost suffocating. Kyra’s heart pounded in her chest, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. She felt helpless, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop what was coming.
Finally, Damon made the first move, a quick and calculated step forward, his eyes locked on Lucas. But Lucas was ready, his body already in motion, meeting Damon’s advance with equal force. The sound of their first clash echoed through the clearing, a sharp reminder of the violence that was to come.
They moved with a speed and agility that left the crowd in awe, their movements a blur as they struck and countered, each blow filled with the weight of their emotions.
Kyra’s breath caught in her throat as she watched, her heart aching with every strike, every near miss. This was a fight that neither of them could afford to lose.
Lucas landed a solid hit, sending Damon stumbling back, but Damon quickly regained his footing, a dark smile playing on his lips. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes narrowing as he prepared to strike again. Lucas didn’t flinch, his gaze was calm and steady, unlike his usually cheerful, happy face. n𝚘vp𝚞𝚋.com
For a moment, time seemed to slow as they faced off once more, the crowd holding its collective breath. Kyra could feel the tears burning at the back of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She had to stay strong, for Lucas, for Damon, for whatever was going to happen next.
Then, with a sudden burst of speed, Damon lunged forward, his eyes blazing with intent. Lucas was ready, his body moving in a fluid motion to counter the attack.
