Ryker's POV
Mira and I kept circling each other; the tension in the air was thick. My muscles burned from the lingering effects of the wolfsbane. But I wasn't going to let her see that I had become weak.
I couldn't afford to be beaten by a mere beta wolf.
Though Mira wasn't fighting like any kind of beta wolf, she seemed to be on another level.
I wasn't sure if it was because of her fighting techniques or if she had always been this strong. Nevertheless, I couldn't afford to lose.
Mira's mocking smirk fueled my anger, her composure was confident. She wasn't the weak beta. I used to know the weak beta, who I had always come to her aid when she was little. Her movements were sharper, calculated and annoyingly familiar.
Our fight became fierce. Mira came at me, aiming a kick at my ribs, but I blocked it just in time.