Agatha's POV
The first thing he did, which I had already seen coming, wasto laugh at me. Well, there were others who agreed with the humor and laughedalong as well.
I seemed to be the only one who didn't find my situationfunny. The pairing had spared the elite warriors and given me someone who wastwice my size.
Beautiful. I was going to die early.
Pete pointed one finger at me, and said, "You justpicked the wrong place to die, young man."
I memorized everything I had learned from watching thewarriors fight. A man like Pete would obviously underestimate someone like me,thinking that I wouldn't be much of a threat. Which I actually agreed with him.But I could use that to my advantage and, maybe get lucky.
"Shut up and fight, Pete," I said.
He lost the smile upon his face and growled at me. "Iam going to break your puny bones into pieces," he threatened.
I waited for Pete to charge at me as he took on a stance.But he just waited. We both waited.
Then he came right at me. He was a heavy warrior, so thatmade his jabs slower than an average fighter's. I easily moved my face awayfrom the end of his fists, then clocked and him in the throat.
He gulped, but his hands were slow in going up. So I clockedhim again, and this time he held his throat with both hands, giving me freeaccess to his body.
I made a sweeping kick with my right foot, and it connectedwell against his temple. Pete stumbled and went on both knees.
The crowd gasped in surprise. Surely they weren't evenexpecting an attempt from me.
It wasn't much but it was something. I hadn't knocked himout cold as the rule of the ring demanded, but I had just delivered a niceblow.
Maybe Pete wasn't that formidable as I thought.
He got to his feet and coughed. Blood splattered on the sandbeside his left foot and I noticed the look in his eyes go dark. I knew then,that I wasn't going to get lucky anymore.
"Come on!" he yelled at me, and gestured with bothhands. "Think you can beat me? Come on then!"
The crowd began to cheer. For whom, I had no idea.
I made my first big mistake. I listened to Pete and went athim. I moved as fast as I could, and threw the punches again, aiming for hisface.
He did the same thing I did, only better. Pete took a stepback, and since I was smaller, my hands couldn't touch him. However, his rightfoot was much closer and that found my bandaged wound.
I screamed at the kick and Pete used his hands lift me upand dump me on the ground. I gasped at the pain. It was as if my shoulders hadshifted.
He kicked me a couple of times while I was down until I feltblood in my mouth and my eyes going dim.
"Knock him out! Knock him out! Knock him out!" Iheard them shout, but only barely.
I knew what was coming and I needed to get on my feet butPete had chosen to kick me right where my wound was. How lovely of him.
I managed to get on my knees and look up. The crowd wasgoing mad. They all wanted blood. The first one that day. They all wanted tosee me get knocked out cold.
They were warriors and such behavior was understandable.
I was surprised that Pete was still waiting for me to getback on my feet. He was somewhere behind me, probably enjoying my pain,helplessness, and weakness, all rolled into one.
Soon I felt his hand grab my hair, and lift me to my feet.It hurt, a lot. And that was the first time anyone had grabbed my hair in thatmanner.
Pete was yelling at the crowd and hitting his chest with hisfree hand.
The yelled back.
"Break his bones!"
"Rip him apart!"
"Make him cry!"
Mercy was far from the maddening crowd.
Pete held me close and whispered into my face, "I'msure your mom is going to hear you cry when I break you."
For him to mention my mother that way was a completeabomination. He should not have done that. He should not have even mentionedher or brought her into the fight.
But he did. I felt my wolf rise within me, for the secondtime in my life. My fingers found his face and my thumbs found their way intohis eyes. It was his turn to scream as I dug them in.
Pete threw me off him. I fell and got to my feetimmediately, forgetting that I was even injured. Pete was still trying to gethis bearing and didn't see me charging at him.
I folded a fist and found his throat again. This time, Iwent with all I had. Pete gagged and I just kept hitting him, without stopping.Not even when his mouth filled with blood and I felt his Adam's Apple give way.
Finally, I turned, and finished him with a sweeping kick.
Pin drop silence.
I looked at them all. Made eye contact with the young manwho was dressed like me. There was this glint in his eyes. It felt like he wascurious about me. And so did Roman, who stood beside him.
I looked up at the leader. I raised his hand, and declared,"Bernard wins the round!"
The elites of Silver Pack weren't satisfied with my fight.They scoffed and made snide remarks. Well, no one supported me from the get-go.So I was pretty sure it would continue that way, no matter how many people Iput down in front of their eyes.
I hadn't killed Pete. That violence wasn't enough to put himin the grave. He'd be out for some time, but he'd be back nonetheless.
I covered my bleeding wound and limped out of the combatring. I made my first kill that day, the son of an Alpha. It wasn't evenknockout. Just death.
I had revealed something about myself, and I hoped no onenoticed.
"This is only the beginning," I said.