Even she possesses a strength that surpasses mine; I can sense it. She’s not just any ordinary she-wolf, which intrigues me. Forget the ridiculous notion of the infinity mark; I’m determined to claim her for myself. I just need to devise a careful strategy to make her mine, as I want her by my side. However, there’s a significant hurdle: if I eliminate Drew, she will perish too, so I must come up with a clever plan.

By now, I’m certain she has informed Drew about our encounter. Honestly, I expected him to storm into my room, furious, but to my surprise, he didn’t. I relish seeing him angry; if I can’t outshine him, I’ll use what he holds dear against him.

From the moment he joined our pack, he became the beloved Drew, the one my father wishes he could claim as his own son instead of me. I had hoped we would become great friends, that he would be like a younger brother to me. But everything changed on that fateful day when my father summoned us both for a wrestling match; that was when my resentment for him began to take root.

I was eleven when he arrived, and he was just nine. Being the older sibling, I treated him like a little brother, and we had shared our lives for years. That week, I had just shifted into my wolf form at sixteen when my father suddenly suggested, “Why don’t you and Drew have a fight?” I scoffed at the idea, saying, “He hasn’t even gotten his wolf yet, Dad.” But my father just laughed, “No, he hasn’t, but he’s strong. Tomorrow, you both will duel.” And that was the turning point.

The following day, surrounded by onlookers, Drew and I prepared for our match. Despite being older, we were evenly matched in build. As the fight commenced, I chose not to unleash my wolf, determined not to hurt him. But within moments, he tackled me to the ground.

The shock coursing through me was indescribable. Drew wore a triumphant grin, reveling in his victory, while my father laughed at my defeat, deepening my frustration. 

In a surge of determination, I let my wolf take control and charged at him. He paused for a moment before meeting my advance head-on, seizing my wolf by the throat and tossing it aside as if it were a mere feather. But I refused to be humiliated by a boy without his wolf.

I was wrong to underestimate him; he bested me effortlessly, leaving me without a single bruise to show for my efforts. He stood there, proud and imposing, glaring at me as if I were a failure. My father clicked his tongue in disappointment and declared Drew the victor. The crowd erupted in cheers for him, and his wide smile only fueled my bitterness and resentment.

In the days that followed, I kept my distance from Drew, consumed by shame. Living in his shadow felt unbearable, especially since my father constantly compared us. Drew, seemingly unaware of my father's favoritism, continued to spend time with me, and I wore a mask of camaraderie, hiding my true feelings of animosity.

Then, everything changed. While most werewolves shifted at sixteen, Drew's fate took a different turn. Just two months after our duel, he fell gravely ill. His mother rushed over, desperate to save her son from the brink of death.

That night, piercing screams echoed from his room, prompting us to rush over. To our astonishment, Drew was undergoing his first transformation right before our eyes. 

His wolf was a colossal and awe-inspiring creature, unlike any I had ever encountered. It was a true behemoth, the largest wolf I had ever seen, instilling a deep sense of fear within me that night. 

The following day, tales of his remarkable shift spread like wildfire throughout the native pack. Everyone was eager to catch a glimpse of the early shifter, and when they did, they were utterly captivated. Drew quickly became the darling of the pack, a celebrated werewolf from the crimson clan, while I, the future alpha, was treated like just another member of the pack. 

All the while, he had a mate. How could someone without his wolf be marked? It seemed impossible, yet it was Drew who had managed it. I hadn’t even met my mate, but that jerk had. 

Felicity—her name, her intoxicating scent, her undeniable confidence, her beauty—I craved it all for myself. It wasn’t purely love that drove me; I was drawn to her, yes, but more than that, I wanted to see Drew crumble. I longed to witness his suffering.