Chapter 19: Claw and Tooth

Roxanne's POV

The full moon came up over the spruce at nine, and the Moonstone yard was white with it.

Both packs stood outside the rope.

Ronan was on the south side with his hands at his sides and his left arm still in its sling.

Hester stood next to him, small and straight, with her knitting in her coat pocket.

Nash stood behind them.

I did not look at them for long.

The Council envoy walked into the ring and held up one hand.

"Claw and tooth," she said. "Half-form only. No weapons, no silver, no help."

She looked at each of us in turn.

"The fight ends when one of you yields or cannot rise."

"I understand," I said.

"Understood," Warrick said.

He had taken off the suit.

He wore dark trousers and nothing else.

His left forearm was wrapped in white tape from wrist to elbow.

I looked at the tape once and then looked at his face.

"Begin," said the envoy.

Warrick's shift went through him in one long rippling motion.

His shoulders broadened and his fingers hooked into claws.

His jaw lengthened, and his pale brown eyes went yellow in the moonlight.

I let my own wolf up.

She came without any trouble. My bones shifted and my hands curled, and the cold air hit new teeth.

The pack made a sound.

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