Chapter 3: Helena POV

I was not expecting a sucker punch, I took a second to comprehend what the hell had happened, coughing on the dust surrounding me, Fyre tore into my thoughts /how dare he hit us like that!/

I shake my head and quickly get to my feet, making sure of his distance. He clearly wasn’t finished as he paced around the gravel circle, his face twisted into a cruel smirk, and did I smell whisky? Had he got himself steamed up and come for a fight with me? He had a smart blue button-down shirt on and suit trousers, he hadn’t even come in training gear.

I’m so confused but I raise my fists and bounce on my toes ready for the next move. He swung to the right, I ducked under his outstretched arm and smash my knee right into his ribs as I swerve around him.

He swung again and once more I ducked but this time I undercut his punch with one of my own, driving upwards straight into his nose. Blood spurted and I take some steps back towards the bleachers. He wipes his arm across his face, bloodying his shirt, eyes flashing with absolute fury and I can tell his wolf is trying to take over. Caleb charges with his full force and jumps at me ready to take me out onto the ground, canine teeth extending outwards and claws visible.

Instinctively I manage to spring underneath his flying body, using every sinew in my body to twist out of reach of the solid lump heading my way.

His head tracks my movement to the side of him and isn’t tracking his landing. Caleb lands headfirst into the ground, skidding in the dust for a couple of feet. I immediately jump onto his back, wrapping one arm around his throat, the other pinning an arm back into a stress position, using my knees and feet to smash into his ribcage. After a minute of this punishment I release my arms from his neck and jumped away from him as he rolled over to face the sky, bloodied, and dusty on the floor.

“I’m done,” I said, picking up my belongings calmly and walking out as casually as I possibly could.

/You did it, you did it, you did it/ whooped Fyre as I proudly walked away with what could only be called a strut. God I needed something to eat now, I’d been in a proper fight!

Incoming motioned Fyre and I looked up in panic but instead saw Jason jogging to catch me up, he didn’t look as elated as I expected though.

“You know what you did there…you like signing your own death sentence?”

“I stood up for myself! I didn’t start anything thing with him?”

“I know but he is the future Alpha!”

“So I should have let him either knock me out or feel me up then?”

Jason looked hurt at my words but I was feeling so disappointed. “Look I’m not saying it wasn’t the coolest thing I’ve ever seen,” he couldn’t help his gentle face breaking into a wide grin. “But you’ve got to admit it’s not a wise move.”

I shrugged and we kept walking together for a few minutes, retreating into my thoughts. Jason was being kind to me and wasn’t an oaf. “Look…I know I’ve been stupid so at this ball on Saturday, would you maybe keep an eye out and if you hear of any nasty plans for me or anything…”

“I’m right there, I’ll be your bodyguard if you need,” and a wave of gratitude washed over me. He was a good kind man and I had the most fantastic idea.

“Don’t take this the wrong way you haven’t found your mate yet have you?”

He looked shocked, and to be honest a bit frightened of me but gave his head a shake and said “Nope, 21 next and not a sniff”.

I couldn’t help laughing at his rubbish joke “Well…I think this ball might be the one, I have a hunch,” and he looked at me with confusion in his soft blue eyes. “Well count me in twice then, you be my matchmaker and I’ll be your bodyguard” and we both laughed and shared a hi-five like children. Although we’d only known each other a few weeks I had a good feeling about him.

We parted ways at the end of town, the excitement of fighting Caleb was wearing off and with hunger setting in, I decided to head home and get some dinner and possibly some ice for my jaw while it shifter healed.