#Chapter 116: The Fight Continues

Hannah The arena was packed with people, their voices mingling into an intense din. The crowd mingled like a throng, excited attendees chattering about the next fight on tonight’s roster. The whole place smelled like sweat, beer, and cheap food. Truth be told, I had never really thought much about the fight club. It was commonplace for werewolves to attend fights like this in our pack—in most packs, really—and was often considered one of the staples of pack life. But I had never cared much for it. I still didn’t, really, and had really only accepted Drake’s invitation to piss Noah off. Although, I couldn’t completely deny the way that it got me so excited tonight. It raised my heart rate, made my pupils dilate. Every drop of blood on the ring floor made my veins seem to thrum with anticipation, my wolf bristling inside of me. Blood. Maybe that was what I needed. Some good, old-fashioned, blood and sweat. Zoe, of course, had immediately dropped her ma