#Chapter 175: Fighting A Male Werewolf

Kaelar 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 Kaelar. Every twitch of his fingers. The downward slant of his lips. The dart of his eyes as he looks at my side.