Chapter 3

　　Erika's POV 　　When I came around again, I found myself in my room. 　　Everything seemed normal, what happened last night was like a nightmare, but I knew nothing was right. 　　Orsen knocked me down last night, but I could guess what happened. We retreated successfully while two-thirds of my warriors could never escape from the Westford pack. 　　At this thought, tears streamed down my face. 　　Maybe they were right. I was too young for a Gamma. 　　Suddenly, the door opened. 　　Charles and Steve walked over. I knew what Steve was up to. He came to take my place. 　　Charles looked worn with dark circles under his eyes, but Steve was the opposite. He didn't even hold back his triumphant smile. 　　"Erika," Charles began to speak and his voice was hoarse. 　　I lowered my eyes and didn't dare to look at him. 　　"We had a meeting this morning. We decided that you won't be the Gamma from now on," Charles said slowly. 　　"I accept it, but I want to know who'll be the new Gamma," I mind-linked them calmly. 　　"It's me, Erika," Steve said. 　　I clenched my fist while pretending everything was normal. 　　"Congratulations. But you need to defeat me in a challenge so that you can be the Gamma." I mind-linked. 　　"Well..." Steve hesitated, the obnoxious smile on his face disappeared. 　　"That's the rule, isn't it?" I looked at Charles. 　　"But what if she?" Steve changed his face. 　　"I won't be the Gamma even if I win, but the pack needs a Gamma better than me. Only then can we become strong again." I suggested. 　　"Erika is right. This afternoon, you'll have a challenge in the arena." After thinking for a while, Charles suggested. 　　I arrived at the arena five minutes before the challenge began. It was packed with warriors, women, and even pups. 　　Everyone was curious about who would become the new Gamma. 　　I had won lots of challenges, but I was a little nervous this time. 　　"Steve! Steve! Steve…" The audience was cheering up for him. That was the reason. Normally, they would chant my name. 　　"What mistake did Erika make?" 　　"Haven't you heard about last night?" 　　"What happened?" 　　"Well, last night..." 　　"Really? But will she become the Gamma again if she wins?" 　　No. Never. I closed my eyes in agony. 　　"You'll defeat him, right?" Richard came over and talked with me. I shot him a glance and already knew what he was up to. He wanted to know something about last night. 　　"Get away or you'll know how sharp my dagger is!" I mind-linked him and took off my glove. 　　"OK, OK. You really look like that savage bloody alpha now!" 　　I glared at him and raised my arm. At this sight, he ran away immediately. 　　How dared Richard compared him with me! 　　I stood in the center of the arena, waiting for Steve to come. 　　He was already five minutes late. 　　Suddenly, I heard quick footsteps and heavy breaths behind me. A wolf was approaching me at a fast speed. It was just behind my back. 　　I turned around and dodged immediately. It was Steve. He tried to sneak attack me! 　　I shifted into wolf form and growled fiercely at him. Then I sped up and pounded on him. 　　"Well, it seems that the challenge has begun without me announcing it," Charles explained to the crowd, sounding a little angry. 　　It was a bad move for a new Gamma. 　　Steve’s wolf glowered at me. He indeed looked much stronger than me. But his slow movement was fatal. 　　I jumped up to attack him. Steve also jumped up to fight me. But I soon changed my direction and now I was behind his back. Before he realized what was happening. I jumped to his back and sank my teeth into his neck. 　　The sudden pain in his neck made him grimace. 　　He began to move wildly and tried to shake me off his body. 　　I predicted his movements. So, I jumped down from his body in time before he got wild. He turned around and glared at me, his breath accelerating. I bet he must be furious. 　　"Only one minute after the challenge began, Steve has been hurt heavily. He is pressing his wound, trying to stop bleeding. But he is still bleeding. He is at a disadvantage now. Unless he can end the challenge quickly, he stands no chance to win the challenge," the host said. 　　But no one cheered me up. The audience was silent. 　　Of course, it wouldn’t end quickly. The game had just begun. I could kill him with one blow, but he didn’t deserve a quick death. I would torture him until he begged me to kill him.