“Laurel, I challenge you toWereduellem.And by shifter law, you must accept.”
Callan scoffed. “What the hell is Wereduellem?”
William agreed. “This is ridiculous. Let me get the guards.”
But Laurel shook her head, her fake eyelashes flapping as she blinked at my words. “No, I… I have no choice. This is one of our most sacred customs. She’s right. I have to duel or a curse will fall upon me.”
I sneered at her.
“That’s stupid,” Callan said, but Laurel knew better.
She squared her shoulders. “You asked for it, Wren. We fight at dawn.”