Chapter 32

Cirilla's Point Of View

I crashed into something hard, stumbling on the ground and taking a bite of the dust. The crowd grew quiet, and I didn't have to look to see the smile of triumph on Melinda's face.

I spit out the blood that was in my mouth, feeling my sore jaw. Fuck, these wolves really do hit hard.

I grabbed the metal chain next to me, getting up from the ground. My eyes narrowed on her as I wrapped the metal chain around my right fist, and I waited for her to come at me again.

I breathed in, and the instant she swung her hands at me, I blocked swiftly, punching her in her ribs with my metal hands.

She staggered back and composed herself before she attacked me again. I kicked her hard in the jaw, and before she got a chance to heal up, I pounced on her, pinning her to the ground while I kept smashing her face and those bloody lips of hers that wouldn't shut up earlier.

She pushed off her with her nonhuman strength, causing my back to hit the ground hard.

Fuck, that was cheatin