Kyon POV

For a moment, the challenge just hung between the two men like an arrow frozen in midair by a spell.

Jiro interrupted, in a voice that quivered so slightly that you’d have to know him well to detect the nervousness, “If you choose to accept this challenge, there are rules …”

Alpha Marcus wasn’t listening. His eyes gleamed with hunger, and he took off the pendant around his neck, carved in the shape of icicles. He tossed it at Kyon. ...