RETH
It had been years since he'd sparred with the strong, wiry lion. But Reth didn't even think about why he'd stopped fighting with Brant. He didn't consider Brant's age, or his respect for the male. His head sang with the need to keep the words from tripping out of Brant's mouth.
He could not speak it, and make it true.
So he threw himself at the male—slightly taller, but not nearly as broad as Reth himself. Brant had always looked more like an Equine with his long body and limbs. And he'd always been underestimated by those who sought to fight him. Because he'd never wanted to take true dominance, never desired the responsibility of King, Alpha of All, Brant had always sought to keep peace. Always preferred to fight with his mind, rather than his fists—choosing wisdom over force, and words before fists.
But Reth would not let him this time. He would force the male to submit. He would not hear the words the older lion wanted to say.
