A Werewolf'd Past And Present novel Chapter 10

I stand in the back of the extremely crowded room. The place smelled of smoke, alcohol, and sweat, all very familiar. I've missed this. I didn't realize how much I did until I walked through the leading here. All the yelling and fighting, I've missed it all so much. And that makes me feel like I should be rotting away in the depths of hell.

Adrenaline coursed through my body just from standing there. I couldn't help but let the devilish smile tug at my lips. I cracked my knuckles and readied myself for my fights. Everyone was surprised to here the return of the Phantom, they all thought I either just quit, which seemed unlikely, or I had been murdered, which seemed like the big one everyone went for. I don't blame them, street fighter just don't quit. It basically unheard of.

I only have two fights tonight. Both newcomers, both people thinking they have a chance at beating me, the ones stupid enough not to do their research first. I'm the underground undefeated champion. Haven't lost a single fight once. Not even in my starting days.

I could easily wipe them out and not waste a breath on any of them, but I came here to get rid of all my pent up rage I've been pushing away. The anger I constantly feel is always there, it never leaves me. My past and the people I've let down are continuously there causing me to blame myself and others.

"Fuck," I whispered to myself.

I'm stupid. Why did I come here? Why did I come back to this? I could have found other ways to get past all this, but I didn't. I can't back out now though. People are expecting me to fight and if I don't fight they are going to know something's up and will most definitely call me out for it, too.

I heard my name get called and everybody started to yell and holler for me, for my return. I balled my hands into fists as I began walking past people, taking in all my surroundings. I spotted a group in the shadows in the back against the wall. I squinted.

Logan?

No, it couldn't be him. It's just somebody who looks like him. He wouldn't follow me here, no, he wouldn't want to see me afterwards either. Right?

I brushed it off, even though it was still a thought in the back of my mind, and continued to walk up to the ring where my opponent was already waiting.

Once she was up, I barely gave her time to ready herself when I through a left hook to her left cheek. She stumbled and cried out a bit. Next I got loser and gabbed her in the side, as she moaned in pain I was quick to send a side kick sending her tumbling to the ground. I wasn't finished though. As she was falling, I hastened the fall by grabbing her head and slamming it to the floor, knocking her unconscious and probably with a concussion.

Many people cheered louder and I couldn't help but feel disappointed in myself.

Logan's POV-

Once inside, all of us stayed in the back, hiding in the shadows, not risking Max seeing any of us. I was nervous and on edge. My mate was about to go up and fight, but there was nothing I could do that wouldn't risk her leaving me.

"Max is about to go up, right?" Jacob asked through the link.