Chapter 3

Snow

The cheers from the little audience that knew me energized me.

So I raised my arms and threw my costume cape back a bit, which caused the crowd to shout again, only a little louder.

"And now with you: the Demolisher!" shouted the cheerleader.

On the other side of the cage entered my opponent, a much larger werewolf and maybe over 100 pounds than I had. People seeing him made a lot more noise, and I understood why.

To the naked eye, I was a petite young woman, so people tended to take me for granted, and that made me smile. I didn't need to be smart to understand that the betting board was going against me and that the majority had bet on the man.

So much so that the cheers towards him were deafening.

Anyone would say he would knock me down with one punch, but if anyone had seen my previous two fights, they understood that didn't define anything. And my opponent wasn't aware of that. The man, who had a tiny mask on, came over and saw me from head to toe, then laughed fearlessly, making fun of the fact that I was female and petite.

"Please, this is going to be like taking ice cream from a little girl," said the very asshole, and I clenched my fists. "You're too scrawny to even think about beating you; what's a little thing like you doing in the ring? Are you even old enough to be here?"

His questioning was valid; I didn't seem to be of age, but the fact that I had my she-wolf didn't make the Fight Club organizers question it. Naturally, a werewolf changed with coming of age; there were cases where it could take a little longer, but they had never heard of cases where it happened earlier. That's why my real age was not contemplated.

So I smiled without hesitation.

"Ladies and gentlemen, who do you think is going to win?"

"The wrecker! The wrecker! The wrecker!" shouted the crowd.

"Even they know I'll swat you like a fly," the asshole spat, and I kept my composure.

Do I release the usual force, or can I have the pleasure of breaking him?

My she-wolf seemed to want blood, and I, at that moment, didn't want to antagonize her.

Let's break the asshole; this has to end fast. I replied and immediately felt the change in my body.

"Well, you know the rules: no death allowed. Let's fight!" shouted the entertainer, and the crowd erupted.

"This will be a piece of cake," the man said, bared his ugly teeth at me.

"Come see if it's as easy as you suppose, asshole," I spat, raised my hand, and called out to him.

I could tell he was annoyed when his wolf peered into his eyes and the gold glinted in his irises, so I didn't let him even touch me. When he squared his fist to hit me in the face, I dropped to the ground and swung my leg in a headlock to bring him down. Then, with a speed that was not common, I got up and gave him a good punch in the face.

I had to use the element of surprise, so I wasn't going to waste my time.

The fool got up, shook himself, and grunted before coming straight for the attack, but in doing so, he left the field open for me to give him a fist in the chest that sent him straight into the cage net, and at that moment, the crowd gasped.

He got up right away, and when he was nowhere near me, I landed a few punches in his face until I knocked him out. Adrenaline rushed to my head, and when I was aware of everything, the crowd was chanting my name.

"Sage! Sage! Sage!"

"The winner of this fight is Sage!"

The crowd roared, and I raised my arms in victory.

Then I went out and back down the hall to change my clothes, collect my money, and return home before Aunt Susan noticed my absence, although I doubted the woman was sober enough to reprimand me.

I took everything off, cleaned up, and sprayed the spray again because sometimes perspiration could minimize its effect. I took off my helmet and shield, but as always, I kept my mask on and went out to talk to the organizer. He made it clear to me that what I had won could not be paid at that time and that I would have to go another day to collect it, so he gave me only a portion of all the money.

I put my things away, and when I pretended to leave Fight Club, I was approached by the least expected person of all.

William Walker himself.

Not only did he not have a mask, but he was bold enough to reveal his identity in an anonymous club regardless of the consequences. It was easy to understand that he didn't care about his anonymity; he was the Alpha's son and could do as he pleased, so I had to tread carefully.

"Sage?" he asked in a soft voice.

"Yes," I said in a modulated tone of voice so he wouldn't recognize my real voice, though I could bet he would never realize who I was.

"I liked your fight; the way you knocked that guy out was fun," he said, and I realized that the really dumb guy was looking at me like I was candy.

Maybe it was because I was a little more uncovered than usual and some of my figure was showing, so I pulled my hooded sweater closed right away.

That made him smile.

"It's a good thing you liked it; I guess you bet on me," I said sarcastically, and he burst out laughing in a genuine way that made me squirm inside.

I looked into his eyes, and it was the first time he had ever given me a different look than he normally gives me. This time there was not only acceptance but also interest, and my body seemed to like the idea.

"I didn't bet on you," he admitted, and he moved very close to me, like a cat hunting a mouse. "But it was good to lose that money."

"Well, next fight you can bet on me; I promise I will never lose."

With that, I turned to walk away and leave him talking to himself, but the very wayward one grabbed my arm, and just as I was about to turn to hit him, he brushed the skin of my hand, and an electric current jolted us both hard enough to make my she-wolf come out sniffing.

The faint smell of hot chocolate coming from William almost made me dizzy, and I pulled my arm away immediately. That made him raise his eyebrows, and I questioned what was going on. My body was reacting to him, and my she-wolf knew it.

What's wrong with me?

I think we like this boy, said my she-wolf with amusement.

It's impossible; he's not to my liking.

But he is very handsome, and he smells great, like the hot chocolate we like so much.

That's what our mate would smell like, but we don't react to it, and if it were true, Emery would kill me.

The silly queen bee at school who thinks she owns him? If it's her, then you should have fun with him, my she-wolf commented mockingly.

There is no bond, so I'll pass on being another bimbo crawling all over him.

I cut off communication with my she-wolf because she wasn't demented enough to be Emery's enemy. William was hers, and they were the ideal pair for the southern packs.

"Sorry about that," William said, and I glared at him. Then he smiled the way he used to smile at the bimbos who drooled over him when he wanted something from them. "I'd like to buy you a drink and maybe lunch. I know from my own experience that after a good fight, it makes you very hungry."

I shook my head at his pathetic attempt at conquest and laughed.

"Sorry, but I'm not dating anyone, so I hope you have an excellent evening," I said humorously and headed for the exit.

I hoped the spoiled child of the pack had gotten the message.