The Howl of Her Spell

Chapter 6

No matter how formidable his adversary, Dane pays them no mind. To him, the well-built muscles of the likes of 'Fat Tiger' are as insubstantial as an overinflated sponge. However, this boxer poses a different challenge. Regardless of his true prowess, an opponent marked by determination and resilience can readily ignite Dane's combative spirit.

Dane cannot genuinely harm his opponent; he must restrain his strength, a task that tests him the most.

From afar, Dane observed the boxer, feeling a gradual warmth spreading across his skin. He exerted all his effort to quell the boiling blood within, but with scant success.

"Don't make excuses for not fighting," Selena remarked, casting a sidelong glance at him. "Where's the confidence you had last night?"

He frowned, aware that she was oblivious to the complexities of the situation.

Selena noticed a deep golden gleam in his eyes under the moonlight. "Wait for me in the car and keep the engine running," he said gravely. Without awaiting a response from Selena, he tossed his bag to her and strode directly towards his opponent.

Selena let out a sharp whistle from behind.

As he took a step forward, the opposing boxer mirrored his movement.

The battle was imminent.

Dane discarded his school uniform jacket, flinging it to the ground and rolling up his sleeves.

His opponent remained silent, delivering a straight punch as soon as they were within reach.

In a flash, Dane raised his hand to block, but the boxer abruptly altered his attack, pivoting with a swift left hook that struck Dane's side.

The punch was incredibly swift, its impact numbing Dane's entire back and sending a shudder through him like a mountain roar and a surging tsunami.

"Damn..." he muttered under his breath.

Indeed, this was unlike any previous encounter.

He shielded his head with both hands, adjusting his breathing as the opponent's relentless fists pummeled him with the force of a furious storm, each blow heavy and unyielding.

…

The full moon hangs high, like the eye of a goddess.

He'd lost count of the blows he'd taken. The silent boxer was as stoic as ever, not uttering a single word.

Dane’s punches punches would not cease as long as he remained standing.

Dane's breaths grew labored, his heart raced, and he struggled to maintain control over his body.

At a pivotal moment, his gaze snapped upwards——

The boxer met his gaze and hesitated for a fleeting moment.

Dane tensed his muscles and punched at lightning speed, hitting the boxer's abdomen. The boxer let out a muffled groan. Dane grabbed the waistband of his pants and held him up. In a hoarse whisper, he warned the boxer, '...I don't want to hurt you. If you fall, stay down.

After saying that, he let go and the boxer fell to his knees.

Dane turned around, slightly lowered his head, pressed his eyes with his hands, and strode back.

He knew his eyes had changed color. If he didn't stabilize his heartbeat, his teeth, skin, and muscles and bones would come next...

His head was swollen and he felt like the whole world was buzzing.

He needed to get back to the car quickly... he thought, his mind in turmoil.

There was a vague figure of a woman in front of him, carrying a bag and clapping her hands.

I told you to wait in the car...

He heard a coughing sound from behind. The boxer, breathing rapidly, stood up with difficulty while pressing his abdomen. He asked, "Hey... are you a werewolf?" The voice could not have been softer, yet it reached Dane's ears clearly.

The night wind stirred up dust.

Dane rubbed his temples and slowly turned his head. His face was gloomy, almost revealing his fangs. "Now everyone can see through my identity?"

The place where they were dueling was in the center of the field, far from others, so no one could hear their conversation.

The boxer awkwardly smiled, "No, I know one wolfman...or wolfpeople? I mean..."

Dane narrowed his eyes.

After a minute , the boxer finally gave up on finding a propre word and said, "I met someone like you once."

Dane said nothing.

The boxer added: "However, according to what she said, you seem to have rules not to fight against humans."

Dane : “Who makes the rules?”

Boxer: "I don't know."

Dane : "I don't know either. The rules made by people I don't know have no control over me."

The boxer nodded, seemingly accepting the explanation. He regained some strength and raised his hands again.

Dane : "You know who I am and you dare to come again?"

The boxer didn't speak, his eyes shining sharply. Dane's heartbeat, which he had finally suppressed, surged again because of this sight. He turned around and punched the boxer in the ribs again.

He heard the sound of bones breaking.

However, the boxer showed no intention of backing down.

Dane could feel his teeth thickening, his skin tightening, his heart violently beating, and his bones beginning to lengthen. The pain was a hundred times worse than that of the beaten boxer.

The night trembled.

"Please, just go... I'm asking you, alright? Just leave!" His body was thrumming with the primal excitement of an impending fight, but inside, he was desperate for the other man to retreat. If someone had come forward at this time, they would have screamed out in surprise when they saw his appearance.

"Sorry." The boxer was also holding on. "I can't lose either."

Dane couldn't bear it anymore and covered the boxer's head with his palm, pressing it fiercely to the side. Even though he tried his best to control his strength, he still made a pit in the ground.

Fortunately, the boxer reacted quickly and used his arm to cushion the landing.

The sound of breaking bones was covered by his groan, and the boxer fainted.

When the people who came with him saw his defeat, they cursed twice and ran towards this side.

Getting closer...

It was too late to get back to the car. Dane barely maintained his last shred of sanity and darted into the dark buildings next to him.