"B-Brother Gage..." Ashley called weakly, her lips twitching nervously as she looked at her furious brother. Under his stern gaze, all the confidence she had displayed in the arena vanished without a trace.
"I... I'm sorry..."
The apology slipped out almost immediately because she genuinely knew she was in the wrong.
Growing up among werewolves had influenced her more than she realized. She had become so accustomed to settling matters with her fists that fighting had become second nature to her. Sparring was a common occurrence among werewolves, and more often than not, the winner got what they wanted. It was simply how things worked in their world.
So when the reigning champion repeatedly got on her nerves, and with her blood already pumping from the atmosphere of the underground arena, Ashley couldn't resist the urge to step into the ring. She had wanted to stretch her muscles, blow off some steam, and teach the arrogant man a lesson while she was at it.
