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Fine. I was welcoming the fight.

He howled, spun, slashed but I ducked and slammed a wave of flame into the ground beneath him, throwing him into the air. The crowd gasped. I walked slowly toward him as he struggled to rise. “You think fire makes me weak?” I said. “I think it makes you reckless!” he snarled, leaping again. This time, I shifted mid-air. Wolf form. Burning black and gold. We collided with a crash that shook the trees. He clawed at my side. I bit down on his shoulder. The fight was short. Brutal. Final. When I stood over him, growling low and steady, he rolled to his back, exposing his throat.

Sean winced. “Fight!”

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I saw the punch before he threw it, but that punch turned into a kick before I could brace for it. I spun in the air before hitting the ground. He was on my chest. His hands at my throat. “Do you yield?” he rasped. His thin chest rising and falling rapidly as he stared down at me with a wolfish grin. “Did anyone ever tell you, that the fight’s not over till it's over?” I murmured. I threw him off with the force of my arms, and I felt something slip, but I didn’t let up. As he rolled, giving himself a soft landing, my knee slammed into his back.

Too close. I forced my head up. The moment our eyes met— My body froze. Cold. Vicious. Terrifying. His eyes looked like he would crush me without hesitation. A mocking sneer appeared on his lips. “What are you sitting there for?” His jaw tightened. “Stand up and fight! You need to fight me!” My mind exploded. Fight him…? Are they insane?! That’s asking me to die! I shook my head immediately, anger and fear mixing together. “What are you talking about? How could I fight you?” I gulped, my fist trembling. “I haven’t even learned anything! How could I win you?!”

“You want power? Prove you deserve it. Fight for it.” I gritted my teeth, stepping forward instead of retreating. “If it’s a fight you want, then let’s fight.” The wolf roared in response, charging at me with all its fury. I stood my ground again, meeting it head-on. Its claws raked against my defenses, but I struck back with everything I had. The battle was brutal, each clash of force sending shockwaves through the darkened realm. “You failed Arlene,” it hissed. “You failed Lucian. You’ll fail everyone who counts on you.”

“I’m not going anywhere. You can’t have this on and think I don’t want a taste.” I don’t give two fucks about you and your ‘taste’ I’m not giving you shit. Now GET OUT!” “More like I’m going to get in.” He said that with the most disgusting smirk on his face. I jumped off the bed quickly to put myself in a position to fight. “You’re not helping your cause, looking like that ready to fight, that turns me on in ways you’ll never understand.” “Don’t care.” “I’m going to mark you as my mate, and you won’t be able to fuck anyone else.”

“Stay behind me.” “No,” Evelynn said, her voice trembling but fierce. “We do this together.” The fire within her answered, spilling heat across her skin, dancing at her fingertips. The creature tilted its head, as if curious, then snarled, a sound that shook the trees. It lunged. The world blurred. Evelynn thrust her hands forward, fire bursting from her palms in a sudden blaze. The creature shrieked, stumbling back, its body smoking where the flames touched. But it didn’t fall—it regrouped, circling them with unnatural speed.

I take the risk and launch at my attacker. A burly thug over six feet tall, dispatched to terminate my life, pauses to make a move in that instant. Without hesitation, I leap at him, sending the thug tumbling to the ground, slamming him down like the massive bull he is. As we wrestle on the ground, our bodies twist and turn in a fierce struggle to get him to release his gun. He fights to gain the upper hand, but I’m determined not to let him take control. The tension hangs thick in the air, each movement fueled by adrenaline and the desire to win.