Wolf Endangered (Willow's Forbidden Pack #2) - Avery Song Page 0,83

Dimitris said no constant healing, that didn't mean you had to follow my two-minute restriction."

Saint was going to say something back, but he paused as if just realizing that I was a hundred percent right.

"This is why Saint would be the first to die in a horror movie," Jayce concluded. "Let's get this over with, Willow. We’ve got a run to enjoy."

I nodded and with a quick pat-down from my possessive stalker, Onyx, I returned to my previous spot. Taking a moment to analyze our surroundings once more, I looked at Jayce as he began to stretch.

This would be my first time seeing him fight, and the sudden thought left me feeling extremely excited. There was a different type of thrill you got when you were fighting a fellow fighter, but it was the mystery behind Jayce's fighting techniques that sparked a renewed desire to show my physical strength.

I knew how powerful I was magically, and many individuals did because of my aura, but my physical strength was always ignored because I was a girl. Most didn't know about my champion title or the cage fights I did on the daily - or recently, weekly - basis, and that was their loss.

Jayce finished stretching and I completed my quick stretches. We moved in a bit closer - each step beginning to prove the shift in Jayce's mindset as his face became void of expression while his eyes were obviously observing every single move I made.

"Same rules apply," Dimitris announced, though there was a pause as if he was communicating mentally. My eyes were still focused on Jayce, and if it wasn't because of how intensely focused I was, I surely would have missed the slight twitch in his eye.

That told me he was annoyed by something, and I could assume Dimitris was mentally talking to him through the pack bond.

"I'm giving three minutes to take your opponent out," Dimitris announced, which was a bit shocking with the sudden time limit. "Ready. Set. Start."

There wasn't even a delay as he started the fight, which left Jayce and I slowly looking back at one another.

"I feel as though you did something to piss him off," I admitted as we both got in a defensive position and began to circle around what I was imagining was a mini cage of grass.

"I did," Jayce admitted, and it felt like we were in our own bubble, everyone else around us fading away as we were drawn to the intensity of this fight. "Thus the time limit."

He moved first, almost in a blur, as he was before me in a heartbeat. I immediately dodged his punch by flipping back three times, the third spin only halfway as I felt he'd be right there to intercept my landing.

I smirked as I landed right on his broad shoulders, my legs wrapping around his neck in hopes of cutting off his airflow long enough to bring him down. He’d obviously predicted the move, because he lunged downward to try and crush me against the soil surface, but I immediately loosened and used the move to push off him like I was playing leapfrog.

He didn't hit the ground like I expected; his palms landed on the ground to aid him with his own flip. By the time I landed and rotated swiftly to face him, he was landing on his feet and in a defensive position as if he were trying to predict my next move.

We were circling again as Dimitris stated, "Two minutes."

I had to think of something fast, but my wolf suddenly inched slightly forward - the move tugging my attention to her as the light within my subconscious flickered upon her white fur of tinsel colors.

"Something's off," she declared, and I took her words seriously as I immediately glanced around to make sure we were still safe and no one was lingering around in hopes of invading this initiation.

When I was positive our environment was safe, I looked into Jayce's eyes and noticed it.

Fear?

He was putting up the perfect hard front, but those eyes of blue were beginning to fail at hiding the truth, and from the beginning lines of gold that began to ease through the ocean surface, his wolf was either trying to calm him down or escalate his emotions.

"Create mist," my wolf encouraged. It was an odd request, but it didn't take my brain long to figure out what her true intentions were. Deciding to make the next move, I rushed forward as if