A Familiar Ceremony (2)

The training hall was dimly lit, its metallic walls gleaming under the artificial lights. The air crackled with tension as two werewolves faced each other, their feral eyes locked in a battle for dominance. 

Ashton stood tall, his muscles rippling beneath his fur, ready to prove his worth. Tarek, his figure imposing itself, bared his sharp fangs, growling with a ferocity that echoed through the hall.

Ashton's golden eyes locked onto Tarek's, the wildness within them a reflection of the newfound power coursing through his veins. He could sense Tarek's inner turmoil, the battle between reason and instinct.

Ashton knew that in order to bring Tarek back to his senses, he would have to confront him as an Alpha and not a human.