Chapter thirty three

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I keep glancing at my watch. 24 minutes they have now been fighting. Jackson specialises in dodging and defence. And that leaves Liam to make the first move, each and every time! It's bad luck. It leaves you defenceless for the next attack strategy.

They begin circling each other. Liam takes this opportunity to change into his wolf. I'm a bit worried. Changing takes up energy that he's already wasted on attacks. Jackson really is quite sneaky. He knows Liam will get tired.

"Liam"! I yell.

"Save your energy"!

He heard me and nods quickly before returning his attention back to the fight. Finn, Mark and Rosa are hooked in on the fighting in front of them. I glance at my watch again. 25 minutes.

I sigh in frustration. Both of them are hardly injured 25 minutes in. There's an odd scratch or bruise appearing, but other than that they are perfectly fine. Liam leaps up and aims for the neck. But Jackson is ready for it. He slices a deep wound on the underside of Liam's belly. Liam snarls angrily. Timon snarls back.

Liam fakes a neck attack and goes for Timon's legs dragging him down. I wince. This is getting too much. They will fight to the death if necessary. Even if it goes against the rules. Let's hope it doesn't get to that.

They attack each other for another solid five minutes. I wince every time Liam gets hit and swell with pride when he hits Jackson. I hold my breath. I know Liam is growing more tired by the minute. Suddenly Jackson attacks with full force. Of course Liam wasn't expecting it. Jackson has barely done one attack the whole fight.

It's a good technique. I'll use that someday. At the moment I'm worried. Jackson manages to pin Liam after a bit of wrestling. I suck in a breath. Jackson holds Liam down by the neck. I stand paralysed. Liam isn't getting enough oxygen. Jackson knows it. Jackson's wolf smirks in delight.

It was utterly sick! Liam was scratching at Jackson's face making scratch marks here and there. Both of their eyes flickered to black and then back to their normal colour in seconds. Both of then were fighting two battles. One with each other, and one with their wolf.

That was just making it harder to concentrate. My whole body was shaking in fear and anger. But mostly anger. I swear I was turning red I was that angry. Steam may as well have been pouring out of my ears. I could have devil horns for all I care! Liam was losing oxygen. I was angry. I had to do something!

So. I did.

I probably shouldn't have done THAT thing though.

"STOP"!!!! I literally scream out.

My voice was powerful I took pride in that. In fact so powerful I had both alphas and everyone else bowing their heads at me. We were in full attention. I would have hated it. But my wolf. Well. It's safe to say she loved it.

"Jackson get off him! Liam get over here and leave Jackson to me"! I growl in an even more powerful tone.

Nobody moves and everything is silent. My wolf growls. They are disobeying us! She hissed in my head.

"NOW"!

They all bow their heads in respect. Jackson gets off Liam. Liam comes over to the sidelines where he gets a drink. Finn squirts it into his mouth. Otherwise, it would be rather tricky. Being a wolf and all.  Jackson shies in the corner of the marked arena in the field.

All eyes were on me as I march up to him. My eyes were probably black as midnight.

"Liam is mine and I am his. No one will ruin what we have. I will take Liam's place! That is an order now come on Jackson show me what you've got"! I yell. He bows his head.

"I can't. I can't hurt a girl let alone the one I'm in love with".

I see the blonde bimbo sobbing out of the corner of my eye and smirk.

"What scared I'll destroy you. Or afraid you'll hurt me".

"Uhh", Jackson stutters.

"Cause I can assure you. I can not be hurt easily. I brought my new pack to victory within 6 months and you think you will hurt me"?

He is silent.

"Finn get your butt over here and start the fight"! I demand.

He obeys instantly.

Knowing about my temper, that I really should learn to control.

"3. 2. 1. Fight"!

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