One hundred and fourty two

Ruth’s POV

Micheal cups my face and puts his head over mine.

“Are you sure about this?” He is worried. I smile to assure him that I can do this.

“Don’t worry about me, I am a warrior in my pack,remember?”

“Cynthia may not look it but she’s a strong lycan,” He sighs. I put my hand on his shoulder to give him more assurance but his body goes rigid and I catch his scent, Davidson is here. We turn to the huge entrance and indeed, the aloha of the northern pack is walking towards us with a smile on his lips, next to him is a tall handsome man with tanned skin and nice blue eyes, however, his warm gaze is on Sandra. I sense the tension between them.

“What are you going to do here?” Growls my mate, holding me possessively to him. Davidson smiles and his gaze roams over me before answering my mate.

“I came here to watch the lovely Cythnia Marcus fight… Hello, my princess,” he says to me and I swallow thickly. Micheal is confused, looking between the two of us.

“You know each other?”