5 The fight

After a few minutes Dylan also came out of the dressing room, he looked strong. If I didn't know how strong I was, I would be afraid.

Our fight was going to be a hand to hand fight with no weapons, this was the easiest way to make sure I didn't hurt him too much.

Dylan and I stood in a Fighters positie, ready to start. The fight started slow, we were feeling each other out, a punch here, a kick there. Slowly we started fighting more seriously, I made Dylan believe that I was having a hard time. Previous experiences had taught me that men didn't like losing to a woman, or really a girl in their eyes. When the fight became really serious, my father would occasionally give me a mind link to take it easy.

When I'm really in a flow, I sometimes forget that I have to take my opponent into account. Since Dylan was the son of an Alpha, I was able to accelerate a little more than usual. He was certainly strong and a great sparring partner. It was wonderful to let myself go a little. But I still had to restrain myself, which is why I occasionally received a message from my father. But for once I could actually stretch my muscles. The only one in our pack I could really spar with was my father. But as an Alpha, my father is often very busy, so I often fought against multiple opponents.

We fought for over 2 hours until I noticed that both Alphas were starting to get bord. I also noticed that Dylan wouldn't last much longer. And I always thought it was much nicer to put my prey out of its misery. So with a well executed high spinning kick I kicked Dylan in the head and knocked him out. I turn to the stands and bow to the Alphas, out of the corner of my eye I saw the pack doctor coming to check on my latest prey. Unfortunately, she knew from experience that I was sometimes a little too rough with my opponents. Luckily I could already hear Dylan groaning and with our ability to heal faster than normal humans I was sure he would be fine. Alpha Drake came storming down, shouting that I had cheated, his son had never lost a fight since he was 12. It was outrageous!

I quietly walked back to the locker room, I knew it was the only thing I could do. In the past we had sometimes tried to have me stay there to calm the visiting Alpha, but time had shown that this had no added value. In fact, it always worked against us. My father and I had sometimes talked about me losing a fight on purpose, but we both felt that was the same as lying and we don't do that. If my father had thought it was a good idea I would have done it, anything for our pack.