Chapter 411

Chapter 0411

I follow Amber to her fight. Our pack looks like they have divided themselves between Carlos and Amber, but not surprisingly, most are watching Carlos. They want to see him take down his

brother’s Beta.

Cara comes over to stand beside me. “Dustin took his guy down in two hits.”

“Nice!”

She nods her head at Amber. “She ready?”

“I think so. She needs to stop second guessing herself.”

I watch as the Beta coming in to fight her smirks at her. He’s easily twice her size.

“You got this Amber.” I call out to her.

“Yeah, the bigger they are, the harder they fall.” Cara chimes in as we start clapping for her.

She’s fighting tough. She’s taking hits but she’s giving plenty as well. Eli and Carlos come over to

join us.

“How’s she doing Luna?”

“She’s good.” I raise my voice for Amber to hear. “She needs to stop playing with this idiot and

show him what Safe Haven Pack is all about.”

“Take him down, baby. Just like we practiced.” Carlos yells at her. And there’s something about

hearing Carlos’s voice that causes a change in her. She immediately goes from defensive to offensive. She’s using her smaller size to maneuver around the Beta, pulling him off balance.

“That’s it, Amber, just like you did the other day!” Carlos encourages her.

Amber takes a running step, swinging her leg into a roundhouse kick, kicking the Beta in the face and knocking him off balance. As she drops to the ground, she crouches and swings around, punching him on the inside of his upper thigh, just keeping the hit legal. Then she spins back around, while he’s still trying to get his balance and swipes his legs. The Beta comes crashing to the ground. Her fist reaches out and slams into his gut.

The Beta turns his head, just as he retches all over the ground. The referee calls the fight and Amber wins.

“That’s my girl!” Carlos yells, running to her and swinging her around in the air.

By lunch time, we have the top fifty contestants and by 2pm we’re down to 25. All five of our Betas

are still in the battle rounds. Lacey and Chase included.

+15 BONOS

for the

Chase takes third place, losing to Carlos. Dustin wins his battle putting him against Carlos for

final match.

This fight is the longest of any fight I’ve seen so far. They are both tough competitors and worthy of their Beta titles. In the end, Carlos defeats Dustin and all three packs cheer for them.

At the end of the day, the overall rankings for the three–day total flash up on the leader board:

1st Place: Shadow Falls Pack 380 points

2nd Place: Safe Haven Pack

375 points

3rd Place: Canyon Ridge Pack 365 points

It will come down to the Alpha battles tomorrow, but I couldn’t be more thrilled. There is no way we aren’t placing in the top three in our first trip to the tournament.

The atmosphere at dinner is more tense that I would have expected. We’re down to the last day tomorrow, Alphas and Guardians. As I look around, I see quite a few Alphas are not thrilled at the idea of losing to a female and it’s putting them in a foul mood. Having seen Angel’s strength, they know they can’t defeat us.

The next day, we get up a bit earlier than we have the other days. I want to eat early and let my food digest before my first fight. Angel is fighting one of the Alphas that I know is terrorizing his pack members. She’s thrilled to be able to knock him down a few pegs.

Eli gives me a kiss before we go our separate ways for our battles. This time, when the pack splits up, it’s even. I’m guessing they will continue to switch back and forth to be able to watch both me and Eli in our rounds.

My first battle is with the Alpha that challenged us the other day, the one that Angel put on his knees in front of everyone. When I get there, I see the arrogant Alpha hasn’t learned his lesson. He sneers at me before getting ready to fight. He’s not even a good sport about it and refuses to shake hands. That’s fine. He needs another lesson, and he’s about to get it.

The moment the referee blows the whistle, he comes at me. I don’t even pretend to give him a chance. I dodge a blow, aimed at my face, kneeling on the ground and using every ounce of power I have, I flat–palm punch him in the chest sending him flying across the field, outside of the battlefield and into a tree. When someone jogs over to him, they tell the ref that he’s out cold. The referee shakes his head but gives me the win. I get extra points for a single–hit win.