They won’t get hurt badly. I’ve been watching the fighters. They’re bad.
“These fighters are bad?” She says, peering past Rage and into the fighting cage. “I can’t tell. It alllooks scary.”
“I think Rage is right, they haven’t lost a match yet. Trust me when I say the last thing either of them will do is make the one match you’re watching be the one where they lose for the first time out here,” I add.
Rage nods at my words.
These people know nothing about fighting. Not like us.
Mirabelle takes a deep breath before handing Rage his phone back again.
“Okay, I’ll believe you guys,” she says, turning her back to me to face the cage.
I wrap my arms around her and lean my chin on her shoulder.
“Everything’s gonna be okay, Sugar, I promise.”
And I’m right.
Ash’s opponent comes out with some stupid stage name, pumping his fists to hype up the crowd. I don’t know whether it’s because I’m used to seeing feral alphas fight it out, but this guy, even though he’s an alpha, seems almost wimpy compared to what I’m used to.
And it’s not because he’s small. He’s still an alpha, so far bigger than me, but he doesn’t have the same fire.
A fire that’s still obviously in Ash, as he steps out. The glower he’s sporting makes whatever section of the crowd he’s glaring at go quiet until his gaze moves on. The reaction of prey to a predator.
His expression completely changes when he catches sight of us, though. His lips quirk into a smirk, and he offers us a two-finger salute.
Mirabelle offers him a cute wave and a couple of bounces on her toes.
“Go Ash!” She yells, cupping her hands to her mouth.
You’d think she’s cheering on her alpha at some sort of basketball game, not an underground fighting ring. Ash and Griffin wanted support? They’re getting it.
It’s adorable.
We’re lucky to be sitting in prime real estate. We’ve got a clear view of the fighting cage and the cage’s got a clear view of us too.
Well, I guess I call it luck, but it’s really what you get when you have a menacing six and a half foot tall wall of fucking muscle like Rage to clear the path for you.
But that also means, because of Ash’s acknowledgement of us, that a lot more people are staring at us now. Not even Rage’s glares can keep them away.
Ash’s opponent notices too, shooting Mirabelle a look that’s far too curious, far too interested to sit well with any of us.
Rage lets out a low growl and steps in front of Mira, blocking her from their view.
And also blocking her view, it seems.
“Hey! I want to see Ash!” Mirabelle says, reaching up and tapping Rage on his shoulder blade.
“Fine...” Rage says, his voice a low growl.
Seems he’s upset enough to forget his usual hesitance saying anything around anyone that’s not the other guys in the pack or Mirabelle.
By the time Rage steps aside, words have already been exchanged in the ring, between Ash and the other fighter, because Ash looks like he’s chomping at the bit to beat the other guy’s face in.
The referee blows his whistle and scrambles out of the cage.
The other guy doesn’t stand a chance. Ash doesn’t even bother toying with the guy.
