As Nash approaches, the bruin hunches his back and growls. Nash doesn’t blink, nodding at Parker before entering the ring.
“You know the rules. No animals. As long as you’re on your feet, you fight,” Parker announces.
The bruin and the soldier face off, circling each other. Compared to his opponent, Nash is lithe and lean, tall but not towering. The bruin dances forward, fists snapping out, and Nash dodges them easily, moving just as much as he has to and not an inch more. His golden gaze never leaves his opponent’s face.
“He’s never lost a fight. Never goes more than three rounds, and never lets the lion out,” Declan breathes without taking his eyes from the fight. “Perfect control.”
“No,” Laurie twitches. “He’s holding on as long as he can. When his lion does get out, everyone around
