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I watched as he hit the ground three times. A cheer so loud it made the ground shake a little, rose up from around us. Every wolf in the building ended up watching us fight. I wished suddenly the challenge hadn't been so hectic. We drew too much attention. Then I turned and held my hand out for the ex-champion. For a moment I was afraid he wouldn't take it. Fighting, even if it was friendly, often led to grudges. But his hand clasped mine and I pulled him up. The boy kept his grasp on my hand, then he hoisted it up and another cheer rose vibrant and deafening around us.

He killed her for nothing. My hatred fuelled me as we battled, he was still strong and wiry. Leaping in and out of defensive manoeuvres trying to wrong-foot me. It was obvious which of us had completed decades of attack training and which had only brute strength to rely on. Brute strength and boiling rage.

It was as if the world itself sensed it: the storm the thunder had heralded was now swirling among them — three people who understood that the coming fight would be more than mere punches. Because Damian Cross was not just an opponent. He was the past, and if Kai stepped back into the ring, he’d pay not only with his body but with his soul. And the game was only just beginning. Afternoon sunlight slanted through the gym’s dusty windows. The fight in the ring started up again: Aria lunged, her left foot tapping the floor, then fired a quick, clean right at Kai. Kai tilted his head and grazed the blow, and instead of returning it with full force he landed a softer body shot — just enough to in

We should have brought night vision goggles with us, damn it. Two men dressed in all black with masks on their faces lunge towards me from my left, and I turn my body to face them. Hissing past the pain radiating through my core, I raise my hand's chest level and pull the triggers, shooting one of the men in the chest multiple times to make sure he goes down. His upper body jerks violently before he hits the ground with a resounding thud. Wasting not a beat more, I swing my head low and duck, turning around as the second man attempts to hit me in the face with his bare knuckles. Raising my left elbow above my head, I throw my weight behind it, connecting the knuckle of the bone square in his

They belonged to Hakeem and Jada, both of which were repeating my father’s words. Their support was the motivation I needed to shut off my emotions and cut off Derek’s power supply at the source. After that, he was all too easy to stand against. With nothing more than a few bruises, the buzzer sounded and brought an end to my third fight of the night. The fourth and fifth were a blur of fists, blood, and pain. Felix Hughes, a lanky twig of a man, was fourth. He was the trainer for wolf combat, which meant he’d likely shift and take a go at me with his claws and teeth. To make matters worse, his ability was Somnokinesis.

All fighters stopped and looked at her, gasping for breath, blood pounding in their ears. “We fight not because we’re fearless,” she said, voice loud enough to command silence. “We fight because fear is no longer a luxury. Our daughters, our sons, our mates—our lands—they all depend on us now. Every one of you… is fire-born. Forge your pain. Let it shape you.” The women raised their weapons. “For flame! For pack!” A harsh howl erupted from the men's camp in the distance. In the center of the glade, Vladimir was shirtless and dripping with sweat, fighting two males simultaneously. His attacks were fierce, accurate, a blur of fury and control.

I didn’t know what kind of promise it was that made him risk his life this way, but he was still trying to help me. He looked back at them. The leader asked, “What’s it going to be? Will you hand her over peacefully?” “I won’t hand her over at all,” he answered before all hell broke loose. I ducked as he jumped up from his seat and lunged at them. I didn’t want to see what was happening. I was too scared. I heard groaning and cursing, and then a snap that made me sit upright again. I saw Felix fighting these men like I never saw anyone fight in all my life. I had never seen this kind of technique before, not even in movies. It was a different kind of fighting. Brutal. His punches went throug

She needed to know what was happening. She was in awe watching the unknown man in front of her fight her captors. He was fighting them both at once, obviously skilled as he dodged and threw punches at Patrick and Anthony. She watched him duck and toss a punch at Patrick, who blocked it and returned it with one of his own. Anthony approached from behind, lifting his foot and looking to land a good kick when the stranger stepped back and grabbed his foot in his hand. He twisted Anthony's ankle at the same time he threw another punch at Patrick.

He was angry. "Chill, dude. What's the problem?" Nic groaned while holding my shoulder. I saw that Bryan clenched his fist even more as his eyes glazed over at Nic's hand holding my shoulder. "Back off. It's none of your business. "Bryan answered seriously, still looking at Nic's hands and my shoulders. "My fiancee is involved here. That makes this thing my business." Nic said gently. "Fiancee? Right!" Bryan sarcastically said and laughed bitterly and left.

The others stopped to find out what was happening when Lucy Richards, Bob McCarthy, and Harry Muñoz stepped into the light, and shortly after, Bill Mendez and Alvin Parsons joined in. "Good Evening, Gentlemen and Lady, May we join the party so we can even out the score? I can see you are doing quite a number on him" Alvin said gesticulating in a rather dramatic manner as he spoke. "I've told you that you talk too much" Lucy said and motioned for them to attack, she and Bob were the only Betas in the small group and both loved a good fight. The fight was bloody and short. Alpha Titan had trained his Maroon Fang along with Blake to be elite fighters and predators with a killer instinct.