Don't fight

It was finally the day of the big match. Izzy, Ian, Numba, and even Sty were dealing with their nervousness in their own ways to give it their all. As for Gary, he was currently sitting on top of his bed, his eyes closed. The Werewolf had barely gotten any sleep. Unlike the rest, he cared little about the outcome of his fight, far more worried about the state his opponent might end up in.

During the last full moon, the Werewolf Pack had found out some interesting things, among them that it wasn’t just the night that they had to worry about. Even before the moon came out, one was at risk of snapping. In Kai’s case, the Grey Werewolf Shapeshifter had gotten feral during his transformation, forcing Gary, with some help of Olivia, to subdue him before he could cause any damage.

“Gary.” Izzy called out in a soft voice as she knocked at his door. “It's time for us to head to the octagon.”