I released him and stood. I used my shirt to wipe his spit off my face and wiped his blood on my pants. He panted as he stood. His face was red, and he was covered in dirt.
I knew I looked like a mess, too. The crowd watched wide eyed. They’d backed away, but his group was snarling.
I’d won the fight, but anger still burned in my chest. It festered, and Letho struggled to get out, to take control.
“He hasn’t learned his lesson.” Letho snarled, and I knew he was right. A broken nose means nothing to a wolf. It’s just a little scrape. I’ve got to hurt him where it matters.
Hugo stood and slinked back to his way to his group. They stared at me with pure hatred. The feelings are mutual.
“Stop.”
Hugo froze.
“Turn around.” He stared at me with wide eyes. The rage on his face turned to fea
