Chapter 175 Fighting A Male Werewolf

• Wyatt and I slowly circle each other, neither of us ready to make the first move. As I’ve been trained, in part by the women fighters of the underground tournament, I let the background noises, the roars and jeers of the crowd, fade away into the background.
• Instead, I focus fully on Wyatt. Every twitch of his fingers. The downward slant of his lips. The dart of his eyes as he looks at my side.
• I dodge just in time to miss one of his attacks, sending his punch wide. The overconfident bastard truly doesn’t know how to fight. His eyes telegraph his moves.