37. Reversed marking
When his opponent collapsed to his knees on the pitch, a black fog invaded Glen's mind. The alpha stared at the werewolf whose torso rose and sagged to the rhythm of the groan that came from his lips. He knew he had to finish him off. These were the rules. The referee even reminded them back at the start of their fight.
`He had never killed anyone even though he had fought very often. Many of these fights ended at the hospital for his opponents. The prospect of killing someone arose a strange feeling in Glen