35
Faith
Tate attacked first, and he didn’t stop with just one punch. I thought they would shift into their wolves, but they didn’t. This is personal. Anson is strong, and he matches Tate with every single blow. They look like a blur in the ring, the sound of fists pounding flesh. I thought watching wolves tear each other apart was worse, but I was wrong. It breaks my heart to see two men who were like brothers battle it out to the death.
“This is going to be a long fight,” Micah whispers. “Tate’s going to want to punish him.”
Swallowing hard, I nod. “I know.”
The smell of blood permeates the air, both Anson’s and Tate’s. Anson kicks Tate in the shin, and he goes down for only a split second. Anson uses that advantage and slices his claws across Tate’s back, blood pouring like rivers
