Five years later.
The harsh fluorescent lights buzz overhead as I climb under the ropes and then stand in the boxing ring. The referee gives the signal for us to start.
My opponent, Damon, is as arrogant as he is strong. He slams a fist toward my face. I sidestep, moving with the ease of someone who’s spent countless hours in this ring. He’s fast, there's no doubt about it, but I’m faster. My footwork is well practised as I move to dodge blow after blow.
Three years ago, I was the girl who hid from fights. I was that weak little girl whose fists trembled with fear. But now, I am no longer weak.
I bring up my hands to block him and duck before returning the jab. Damon stumbles back slightly, his green eyes narrowing as they flash with his wolf, but I don’t give him a chance to regrou
