After the first six months of Bosse winning battles, Krol had begun putting more effort into finding a shifter that could kill him. The castle king had no idea that his anger only fueled Bosse and Titan’s drive to win.
What else was left once his freedom had been stripped away than to win every battle?
At this point, winning was more a game than anything. He and his wolf knew one day they’d lose, but not today.
He told himself that every time he was brought to the arena.
Krol disgusted Bosse. What kind of alpha sat in a cushy area protected by guards all the time? He muttered in his head to Titan,A real alpha would jump down here and fight us.
We would kill the pussy, Titan deadpanned.
Bosse smirked at his wolf’s wordplay on Krol being a lion shifter. They were a well-matched pair. He and his wolf had lasted so long that the castle guards quit wagering on his battles. They’d lost too many personal items by betting against him.
The tiger shifter stopped suddenly, his head whipping around to glower at Bosse. He shouted in a choppy accent, “You think this funny?”
Ah, so this shifter spoke English. Good to know.
Bosse grinned. “Yes. I findyoufunny. I thought tigers were fierce. I fear I will fall asleep waiting on you to man up.”
That did it.
Loud pops and growling accompanied the tiger emerging.
Krol cheered and pumped his fist.
Now my turn, Titan said, taking the body fast, which hurt even more than usual. Bosse grumped at Titan,That was a dick move.
Titan laughed, which ended in a loud growl as he rose on all fours with his head down, eyes staring hard at a massive Bengal tiger.We will do flip-flop.
Bosse said,The cat may be too fast for it to work.
Titan argued,Cat not that quick.
Krol called out, “Yes! Now we see who is best.” He clapped madly, acting like a child at his first birthday party. With his head shaved on the sides, he wore his light-blond hair long on top, tied in a short ponytail at the crown of his head. Jeweled rings sparkled on his fingers. His eyes were outlined in black. Whatever ancient Egyptian ruler Krol pretended to be with the blue silk tunic and matching pants had to be cringing in his linen-wrapped body.
Ignoring him, Bosse focused on how to take down over eight hundred pounds of pissed-off tiger with fully extended claws capable of shredding anything that feline could pin down.
Titan preferred to remain still until attacked. He could wait an hour if that was required to win.
Bosse had done his part by provoking the human part of the shifter. The tiger roared over and over, showing off his short, brutal canines with pressure-sensing nerves. That allowed a natural jungle cat to quickly identify the optimum spot to sever a prey’s neck.
Do not allow the tiger to get behind you, Bosse reminded Titan.
Understood,was all his wolf said. The deeper his wolf got into a battle, the less they communicated.
Without a flicker of warning, the tiger took three fast strides and lunged forward, leaping twenty feet through the air.
Bosse tensed, but Titan held firm.
At the last second, his wolf flopped on his side, rolling away with his legs tucked and coming up on all fours. Pain from gouges in his back blinded Bosse momentarily.
Titan had to feel that just as much, but he showed no weakness, already on the move again.
The tiger hit the ground, legs backpedaling and paws sliding over the loose ground as he barreled toward the stone wall. A dirt cloud blasted out from his large paws. He spun away from the stone mere inches before slamming into it.
Damn. Had the flip-flop worked, it would have ended with the tiger suffering a few broken bones.
Regardless, Bosse would not comment. He admired his wolf’s fighting ways.
