Chapter 77: The Half-Moon Tournament


    The very next afternoon following dropping Nina off at her dorm after the unceremonious dinner at my


    father’s house, my phone rang; it was my father Rolling my eyes, I picked it up.


    “I just left,” I growled, still angry with him for everything he had said at dinner. “What do you want?”


    “Hello to you, too,” he said in his usual condescending manner. “You need toe home.”


    “Why?” I asked. “You gonna marry me off already?”


    “Just Come home, Enzo,” my father said. He sounded almost as though he was holding himself back;


    as though someone else was there


    I let out a sigh, nodding instinctively even though I knew he couldn’t see me “Alright,” I said. “I’ll be


    there soon”


    I was sitting on my couch and processing everything when he called me, so I reluctantly stood once I


    hung up and got dressed. A little whileter, I stood outside my father’s house, my frown deepening as


    I saw an unfamiliar sports car in the driveway. I shoved my hands in my pockets and walked through


    the front door.


    “That must be him,” I heard my father’s voice say from the dining room as I entered. Furrowing my


    brow as I wondered who he was talking to and why they needed me here, I approached the dining


    room.


    My eyes widened when I saw who was there


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    Sitting at the table, aside from my father, were three people the dean, a man I didn’t recognize, and


    Ronan.


    My father stood and gestured for me toe in


    “This is my son, Enzo,” he said, then turned to me. “Enzo, you know Dean Cynthia and Ronan. This is


    Ronan’s father, Marcus. The Alpha of the Crescent pack.” Marcus, who was a shockinglyrge and


    muscr middle-aged man — around my father’s age with tanned skin, jet ck hair, and striking blue


    eyes, stood and held his hand out for me to shake.


    “So, this is the young man who captured and tortured my son,” he said as I shook his hand. I felt my


    face get hot and I pulled away, ncing over at Ronan.


    Marcus merely chuckled. “It’s alright,” he said with a hearty grin as Ronan continued to re at me


    silently with an icy stare. “My son was acting out of line Scuffles happen.”


    Ronan met my gaze, his eyes shing momentarily as his voice echoed in my head.


    “Don’t say anything,” he said. “He doesn’t know.”


    “What, your own father doesn’t know that you’re working with some mysterydy to kidnap my friend?”


    I replied, still using our mindlink.


    “Nope. And I’d like to keep it that way.”


    “Sit down, Enzo,” my father said, breaking Ronan’s and my silent conversation. I hesitantly walked over


    to an open chair next to my father and sat down. “Now that we’re all here,” he continued, sping his


    hands on the table, “we can make this official.”


    “Make what official?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.


    “When Richard contacted me about my son, I half expected there to be another bloody war between


    our two factions,” Marcus said, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms across his chest. ” But we


    all know that it’s not the old ages anymore. We can’t just go killing each other with wild abandon,


    especially now that there are far more humans in the world than there used to be. Richard and I are


    businessmen, after all. It’s about time we settle our disputes in a civil manner”


    My father nodded. “The town of Mountainview has been a point of contention for over a hundred years.


    Since it’s right on the border between the werewolf realm and the human realm, having roots there


    would put one at a great advantage ” He paused, clearing his throat. “Our grandfathers fought tooth


    and nail to decide who couldy im over the town, but we believe so much bloodshed is


    unnecessary… which is why I proposed a tournament. A hockey tournament.”


    I raised my eyebrows and nced over at Ronan again, who still sat silently across from me with his


    eyes fixed on mine “A hockey tournament to decide which faction gets to run the town?” I asked.


    Marcus grinned again. “It’s much more fun to decide things this way, don’t you think?” he said. “Not


    only will it not raise any red gs for the human residents of Mountainview, it will also allow us to decide


    a victor without any unnecessary harm.”


    I didn’t know what to say. A hockey tournament to decide the fate of the town? I stammered toe up


    with a response, but before I could, the dean – who had been silent up until now — suddenly spoke up.


    “I do have the safety of my students to worry about,” she said. “As a hybrid and the granddaughter of


    the school’s founder, it’s my duty to watch over the school. A neutral zone, if you will. I don’t want any


    bloodshed on my campus.


    My father nodded vigorously. I felt as though I was at some sort of insane business meeting between a


    bunch of CEOS, not werewolves whose factions hated each other with a burning passion.


    “This new tournament we’re calling it the Half Moon Tournament will start exactly two weeks from now


    Teams that are evenly split between the Crescents and the Fullmoons willpete in the tournament


    Each team will be primarily human, with a werewolf captain, and at the end of the tournament, the


    captains of all of the remaining teams one teamprised entirely from the Crescent faction and the


    other from the Fullmoon faction will y head-to- head to decide which faction will be the Alpha pack of


    Mountainview for the next generation.”


    “So,” Ronan said all of a sudden after being silent for so long, leaning his elbows on the table and fixing


    his eyes on me “What do you say to another rematch?”


    I nced over at my father, who had a fervent look on his face. The more I thought about it, the more it


    made sense, hockey was such an important part of the town that it was only logical to decide such a


    thing with a hockey tournament, and while it was shocking for my father to make this proposition, it was


    better than an all-out bloody war


    Without a word, I stuck my hand out to shake with Ronan.


    Later, after Ronan, Marcus, and the dean left, I was alone with my father again.


    “Do you really believe in this?” I said quietly, staring down at my hands on. the table


    My father sighed. “It’s worth a shot. It’s better than war, Your mother” His voice faltered, and he fell


    silent for some time.


    “Does this mean I don’t have to marry that other woman?” I asked finally after several long minutes of


    silence.


    “It’s not that simple, Enzo,” my father said coldly, standing from the table. ” What’s done is done. The


    marriage has been arranged. She’s your fated mate ”


    I felt my heart catch in my throat at his words, and involuntarily shook my head. “No,” I said, thinking of


    Nina, thinking of her soft brown eyes and her gentle smile and her kind heart. “She’s not. She can’t


    be–”


    “Enough!” my father suddenly shouted, mming his fists on the table We stared at each other, wide-


    eyed, for several moments before he spoke again, his voice shaking this time. “I’m going to be


    monitoring your performance from now on. We have to win this tournament.”


    Before I had the chance to respond, my father straightened once more and walked from the room


    without another word.