Resurrected

Last Fight Part 2

~Marco~

As usual, all the alphas and betas gathered in the meeting hall where Dillon went over the rules and all necessary information.

“I must inform you all that all these wolves who will be in the ring are highly dangerous. Once the bids are made, I advise you to bring all the necessary items you have brought with you to make the handover smooth for both you and my team.” The alphas nodded accepting the rules

“As you know, this year Alpha Marco Romano will be taking the first pick out of the warriors I will be presenting and after that, the bids will be open for the rest of you.”

Making my way down the narrow corridor, the alphas and betas talked amongst themselves discussing the fights that would be occurring today. Previously, all the warriors the Vengeance produced were all male, females would generally meet their last fight early on in their time here, but rumour had it that today would be different, that there would be a she-wolf amongst these savage wolves. Even though my cousin was the head of the Vengeance and I was still his alpha, he kept all business to himself. As the leader, he showed no favouritism, he was fair and for that, I respected him and never attempted to get him to speak about the fights.

Eventually, we were led to our allocated seats to watch the event that would start soon.

“I heard a she-wolf would be making an appearance.”

“I know Jace. I actually can’t believe one made it this far.”

“I don’t know what to expect if that is the case, I just hope it won’t be an instant victory for the guy fighting her.”

“I almost feel sorry for the girl, but then again she deserves everything that comes her way, she is in here for a reason.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, for all we know the fights will be exactly the same as previous years-”

“All males”

***

The first fight began. The first fight was always the worst. That was what I picked up over the years. 

Two males were in the ring. They were both tall one with blonde hair and the other with dark brown. Both were fairly built with bloodshot eyes. If I was brutally honest with you, the fight was fairly boring. Blood splattered everywhere and was a messy fight. nothing I haven’t seen before. Finally, the fight ended with the blonde coming out on top.

With each fight, the wolves got better and better. Blood and guts pooled the floor which was clear at the end of every brawl. The closer we got to the end, the less likely the rumour was true. 

Of course, it was nothing but a rumour. She-wolves were never strong enough, and if they were they were trained daughters of an alpha and was with her pack. I don’t know why I believed that today’s event would be any different from last year’s and the year before’s.

“Please welcome Prisoner 5514 and prisoner 7102 to the ring.”

The sliding doors opened and to everyone’s surprise, a she-wolf entered, she was no taller than 5’3. It was a shock, in all honesty, she wasn’t all that muscular either, which made me wonder how she survived so long. 

Behind her sweaty, bloody and bruised appearance, I could tell she was fairly pretty. She was naturally tanned and had her dirty blonde hair tied into a messy high ponytail. For some reason, she seemed familiar. I just could put my finger on where I’ve seen her before if I ever had.

“Marco. Is it just me or does that chick seem awfully familiar?”

“She’s, she looks just like-”

“Alpha Anthony, Ricardo Evans’ son.”

“Could he be the alpha who sent his daughter here?”

“I have no idea, but why would anyone want to do that?”

“And how the hell did she make it this far?”

“Alpha Blood, that’s how.” 

~Isabelle~

From an early age, I learnt that you needed to fight your own battles in order to be strong. 

***

“Isabelle, focus!” my father growled. “In order to be strong, you have to learn to fight on your own.”

“Ok, daddy.”

“I won’t always be there to help you fight your battles baby”

***

I wasn’t planning to die today, I still had a fucker to kill. Even though I was grateful that he taught me to face my battles, fight them and finish them, he deserved to die, and I was going to end his life, even if it was the last thing I do.

7 years of surviving in this hell taught me to show no emotions. In fact, when I kill, I am brought joy seeing them suffer and wither in pain.

Focus Izzy. You have this. All you have to do is win this and you will leave this living hell. Just breath.

Slowly circling each other Rogers and I waited for the other to make the first move. From my experience, making the first move would allow your opponent to get a glimpse of any weakness. But if I didn’t attack soon, I don’t think anyone would. I circled him a few more times trying to focus and figure out the man in front of me. It appeared that his stance was slightly sloppy, putting most of his weight on his front leg. He held his arms lazily in front of him, failing to cover his face. It was as if he thought he was going to easily win.

Growing impatient with the circling game, I decided to make my move going straight for his face. Hearing a crack, I knew I had broken his nose. He stumbled back a little from the impact giving me the opportunity to kick out my leg and make him tumble onto the ground. 

As he hit the ground I internally smiled, this was going to be easier than I thought. I straddled him and started pounding my fist into his face. But then suddenly I was pushed into the wall allowing Rogers to gain some kind of control back. He got up and stalked up to me and just as I got up, he lifted me up by the throat causing my vision to go blurry.

“Looks like your time is up Evans” I only giggled in response. Call me crazy, and even though time was running out, today I wasn’t going to die. 

Being in this prison for so long allowed me to grow a tolerance against the stuff they forced us to drink. Whatever it was, blocked us from our wolves so they could control us. Although it still hindered my ability to fully shift I was still able to communicate with my wolf. I elongated my nails and s***h my opponents face. He immediately dropped me as he staggered back. At that moment, I gasped for my breath trying to clear my vision. All I saw was red, but then I heard my father’s voice echo through my head:

“Never fight while you're angry Isabelle, always have control.”

Regardless, Kasey was a dead man. Rogers balled his fists and charged at me. But I was ready. 

“Just let him come to you, let him get close enough so that he can tackle you,” I thought to myself. As he made contact with me, I angled my claws so they were barely touching his stomach. And when I rammed elbow first into the wall behind us, I hollowed in pain, “f**k that hurt” but it was worth it. 

Kasey Rogers fell limp against me and I smiled to myself, I did it, I could finally have a normal life and be a part of a pack, even if I would have to be their little b***h until I finally gained their trust and respect.