THE CROWD WAS GOING WILD IN THE STADIUM as they chanted the names of their chosen fighters. Jason could hear them as he walked towards the centre of the stadium.
His heart was pounding, just like how it was in his first fight. His opponent was a well-known shifter, and the bout about to happen rings like a death sentence to him.
Cooper was beside him, holding the water bottle, towels, and ointments. Even the boy was tensed for what was waiting for his master. Beads of sweat trickled down his face onto his neck as his hands trembled. The stadium was cool, but then the terror engulfing him wasn't—it was scorching.
“Had you seen him fight before?” Jason asked his assistant. He knew that Cooper was scared.
“No, master. But I heard that he is ruthless and uses his claws to end his opponent
