Each fighting stage had an official assigned to it. Their job was to make sure we followed the rules and to count down

when we had our opponent in a hold. At least there were some security measures in place, I thought as I stepped onto

the platform I had been assigned to for my first fight. On the other side another woman stepped up. She was assessing

me like I did with her. My opponent looked trained and the way she looked at me showed intelligence. It wouldn’t be an

easy win. The signal sounded, marking the start of the fight. We slowly circled each other, not looking away. Both ready to

defend ourselves if necessary. She made the first move and charged at me. Keeping her centre of gravity low, bending

her upper body as she came at me. I understood she was trying to push me out of the fighting circle. I stepped to the

right and bent my left leg, pulling it slightly upward. My opponent did most of the work for me as her forward momento

drove her face into my knee.

“Fuck,” she growled and tried to stem the nosebleed with her hand. I made the next attack, hoping she would be

unfocused. She wasn’t and blocked my attack. Her nose stopped bleeding after a minute, but she looked feral with the

blood-streaked face and top. We continued to circle each other, trying to find an opening, making attacks to test the

other’s weak points. We were a good match as we seemed equal in strength and skill. It worried me as I didn’t want to

spend too much time on this fight. It was the first of hopefully many. I couldn’t afford to waste my energy. My opponent

attacked again, and I saw my opening. I sidestepped to the left, taking her off guard and as she tried to adjust her movement, I curled into a ball which had her torso move in over me. I rolled onto my back and her eyes grew bigger as

she realised what I was about to do, but she had no way to stop me. When she was above me, I kicked out with my feet. I

caught her in the stomach and sent her into a somersault. She landed on her back, on the ground outside of the circle. I

smiled as I got to my feet. I was announced as the winner. I walked up to my opponent and reached out my hand.

“Good fight,” I said. She shook my hand.

“Yeah, nice move. I didn’t consider someone would go down in order to win. I will remember it,” she told me.

mindlinked me when I walked over to

you. How are the others doing?’ I asked. Before she could reply, Finlay and Sam

‘Jake and

second match

and Matilda headed over to

shape than I expected. His

without breaking a sweat.

good,’ I

‘Thank you,’ he said.’

knew what

and bruises than I wanted to admit. The last opponent had landed a full out kick to

each breath. Finlay stood waiting with Matilda when I stepped down from

he asked as Matilda handed

I’ll survive,’ I

latest fight and it’s starting to show that

and claw marks on his shoulder. And that was only

see.

issues,’ he said. We walked over to the boards

Logan,’ Finlay remarked as he read the name next to

I have

good Alpha. We usually get along. He’s strong, but I think he will fight fair. It will be

I hated this game when his face grew dark. I looked

was to face one of the warriors of his old pack. I felt myself going pale. I had been

shore pack wouldn’t be as dominant as everyone thought, but now I admitted to being

of the ring the second the signal goes off,’ Finlay told

the thought of surrendering, not so much because

nothing is worth you taking that risk. We know they are not going

like they will take me out of commission for the rest of

I said. Finlay

are pissed enough not to care anymore. They just want to cause harm to us. You will

not about you being strong or not. This is

up as soon as I see it

‘Red.’

the best

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