The fighting guard rose around her and the other girl.

The fighting guard was a glass that was placed by a warlock to protect the crowd when any kind of fight or a tournament took place.

The sharp-edged glass took the shape of a circle, capturing the two rivals in it.

Ada smiled. She knew that nothing could stop her from killing Levine. She hated her more than anything and anyone. Her whip coiled around her feet, blazing with heat. This whip was a gift from her father, when she had killed her opponent in a fight, murdered the poor creature seamlessly.

Though Ada was a daughter of a werewolf, her fighting skills were better than most of the trained teenagers. Her swiftness and accuracy was something that only few people could master.

Levine, not knowing what to do stood there still and silent. She wished she...