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I turned around but he stopped me and spun me back before pulling me close to whisper in my ear, "He's a well-known assassin from Japan. He was kidnapped and sold to the Russians, to one of their lethal packs. He's clearly here on business. Dimitris is outside with Saint. Viktor and Onyx are also around setting it up so he can't escape. If all rules are off, show them that burning power I'm witnessing," he encouraged.
I stilled for a second at his last sentence and watched as he stared straight into my eyes with his own that seemed completely normal in this pitch-black element.
As if he didn't lose his sight from whatever dared to steal it from him.
"Let it free. Allow yourself to go wild. The heat that thrums through you deserves to be set free. Show this fucker you don't mess with us." He snarled the final part with such a gentle touch that it sent goosebumps through me.
Don't mess with us.
Us.
We're a pack.
A group that I belong to.
Where I belong.
I have to show them.
Show them not to fuck with a Forbidden.
Nodding my head, I turned around and signalled the ref to announce the continuation of the match. The mere gesture made everyone go wild with anticipation, while my opponent chuckled mockingly.
"You're going to fight with bleeding eyes?" he questioned. "You should hurry and get them checked before you go blind. Wouldn't want the lead female champion to become disabled."
His mockery only reminded me of Neo. How he was blind and yet he didn’t stand in the shadows of his other three wolf brothers. He stood alongside them, igniting a sense of fear into those who thought he wasn’t capable because of his disability.
A common mistake to make, and this shit of a man had done just that by judging me.
Tugging at the ribbon in my hair, I pulled it right out, the silk fabric flowing upward while my long strands fell in place. I sensed the curiosity in the crowd as it seemed to quiet down entirely while I placed the soft fabric against my eyes and began to tie it tightly around my head. I heard the murmurs of intrigued wonder, some asking about the pink characters on the fine fabric, which told me I put it the right way.
My opponent laughed and stated, "Forbidden fruit? What is that? A code name?" he mocked. "I'd gladly pick the forbidden fruit from the tree and bear the consequences that follow, just like Adam and Eve in the fucking bible. At least I'll get the privilege of destroying you and ripping that title from your grasp."
His voice dropped as he muttered, "Then you'll be a good disabled girl and join the pack your father sold you to."
Those words only made me smirk as I finished tying the band and lowered my arms to my sides. I cracked my neck on both sides, needing my body to be completely loose for what was to come.
"Are you ready?" The ref questioned, and I knew he wouldn't be interfering again -not like he had to.The commotion only told me what I assumed, but now gave me a winning advantage.
I’d never showed my magical abilities in the ring, which was why everyone assumed I was a lucky human or even a transgender who used to be a boy.
Now they would see a glimpse of the power I possessed, and maybe then their loyalty wouldn't flicker with every new fighter that entered the ring.
I nodded slightly and took a glance at the golden energy that seemed to dance and grow by the second, sparks of blue and green telling me that Jayce was watching.
Observing every move, criticizing like a fellow fighter, and determining if I'm worthy of witnessing his moves in the future…if he allowed me the opportunity to see him in the ring again.
No one ever "quit" the ring. It was an instinct engraved into your very bones. Whether you hid your craving to punch in the depths of your private gym or used them in open combat in the alleyways of this dark world, it was something you'd always implement.
Always.
"Begin!" the ref encouraged, and I knew he was out of the ring. The man cried out and charged me, and I knew immediately he was going to use every dirty trick to take me down.
When he pushed off the ground to do what I could assume was a high kick, the world exploded in neon color, and I saw his silhouette figure approaching me through the air. My sense of smell increased, just like my hearing, taste, and touch.
It was an exhilarating experience that made me smile wildly as I avoided his kick and spun out of the way of his counter attack. He went into a full-on punching spree, his fists fast and unpredictable, and yet I blocked them with ease, the flows of orange fists seemingly slower in comparison to how I knew it was happening in reality.
He tried to kick me, but I jumped high up into the air as he ran beneath me. I did the splits as I fell downward, but I used his shoulders as leverage as I used my core to lift my legs up before bringing him down like this was the classic WWE championships.
