Page 59 of Harley & Her Ferals

I take a deep breath.

Three…

Two…

One…

The bell rings.

Fight time.

Feral and I know each other well enough, our styles and moves, that we don’t need to glance at each other. We can do this, as if by telepathy.

I dart forward, taking on Harbinger like Feral and I have already agreed, while Feral attacks the larger, heavier, and more experienced Vinnie.

I reach Harbinger twice as fast as he was expecting.

This always happens, when I fight someone for the first time. I must make the most of the element of surprise.

Alphas underestimate me.

I rush Harbinger and get in a jab cross.

The first punch can sometimes decide an entire fight. Aggression can beat any height advantage.

Taken by surprise, Harbinger hisses out a breath and staggers back. His hair flies around his shoulders.

Vinnie cruelly yanks Harbinger forward again by the wrist.

He’ll fracture his own fighter’s wrist that way.

“Mind the face,” Harbinger drawls, icy and seductive.

I snort, jabbing him in the nose again.

He laughs, wiping away the blood.

Yeah, definitely unhinged.

“Why? Because you’re too pretty to have it messed up?” Why am I bantering with my rival?

Harbinger circles me. “Aw, you think that I’m pretty.”

“Fuck you.”

“Wish you would.”

Shit, are we flirting?

Vinnie tugs on the chain again, almost tumbling Harbinger onto his ass.

I glance out of the side of my eye.

Feral has backed Vinnie against the barbed wire wall of the cage. He’s wasting no time taking him apart with kicks.

Vinnie is twisting and turning, attempting to escape being pinned down.

But Feral is primal. Savage.Breathtaking.

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