Elena’s POV
Standing on the podium of the pack, everyone was cheering for either Bryson’s victory or mine. We were wearing our training gear and mouthpieces as we circled each other calculatingly.
“Just give up. Don’t hurt yourself, Elena,” Bryson warned.
I smirked. “Put your worry to yourself instead.”
With that, I made the first move and sent a hard punch to his stomach, which made him back away and whimper. He looked at me with utter surprise, unaware that I could fight.
When many of the members stood up from their seats to cheer, I saw Bryson’s jaw clenched in anger, and the light in his eyes dimmed with seriousness.
Okay, now we’re really on.
We moved at the speed of light, sending punches and kicks to each other several times, but every time, I’d succeed in hitting him while I
