#Chapter 175: Fighting A Male Werewolf

Wyatt and I slowly circle each other, neither of us ready to make the first move. As I’ve been trained, in part by the women fighters of the underground tournament, I let the background noises, the roars and jeers of the crowd, fade away into the background. Instead, I focus fully on Wyatt. Every twitch of his fingers. The downward slant of his lips. The dart of his eyes as he looks at my side. I dodge just in time to miss one of his attacks, sending his punch wide. The overconfident bastard truly doesn’t know how to fight. His eyes telegraph his moves. There! Again! To the right! I dodge left, sailing safely away from his swing. I could feel the strength of his punch though, as it cut through the air. The air itself moved to get out of the way. As we continue this dance, his eyes giving him away, me dodging, him missing, it becomes clear that I am indeed faster than him, thank the Gods. So I might actually stand a chance. The problem, though, as I also surmised, is that he is mu