Don't come any closer

"Why should we do that?" Fern frowned at me. He has his eyes arched as he gave me a once over as if he's trying to know if I'm still the Mek he knew.

"The winner determines the leader."

I do not doubt that my new pack can be able to defeat my real pack. However, the final victory is determined by this duel we are about to have.

Should I defeat him, then I won. However, if he's to defeat me, then he wins.

"Bring it on, then."

I was the first to attack. Fern stood there and watched me approach.

With a battle cry, I charged toward him. I kicked him in the stomach, and he fell to the ground.

This caused me to smirk.

"We can call this off if you will surrender, just like I did those nights ago."

Rama smirked, "let's duel this out. Surrendering now will make you seem weak. If you want to be seen as strong, then you have to defeat me."

He rose from the floor.