Chapter 9

The Night of the Battle
Tess and Amy watched as Maria nervously paced around the room. She'd been pacing now for about an hour
"Maria" Amy said. She stood up and pulled Maria towards the sofa, sitting her down besides her.

"What is wrong with you?" Amy asked Maria softly and then watched as Maria shook her head before sighing, "I'm just really worried about Michael participating in that fight tonight I just don't want him to get hurt" Maria said. Amy smiled and pulling both Maria and Tess in a group hug she smirked remembering the young love and strong feelings that she once had for her mate, Maria father.

"Don't worry…He is going to be fine baby ….he is one of the stronger males in the pack and besides they are not fighting to the death just for first blood and I am sure that he will be okay" Amy said softly while running her hands through Maria's hair

"He'll be okay" Maria whispered to herself. She was saying the words but somehow she could not make herself believe them and she just could not stop thinking about him…Michael. She truly did hope that he would be alright because she didn't think she could take it if he was not.

"So did you eat something?" Lynn asked Michael who was sitting in the living room watching television seemingly not worried about the upcoming battle that would be taking place in about an hour. Michael looked back up at his mother and smirked before shaking his head.

"Yeah, mom I ate" he said still flipping through the channels his voice dull and soft but biting
"And did you get a goods night sleep as well?" Lynn inquired. She wanted to make sure that he had a full stomach and was well rested before he had to fight.

"Yeah, mom I slept" Michael said causing Lynn to frown at the way he was answering her questions

"Michael. You do realize that the battle for king is tonight, like in less than an hour?' Lynn asked Michael who in turn suddenly stopped flipping the channels and quickly turned off the television before placing the remote down on the table in front of him and hopping up from the sofa.

'Where are you going?" Lynn asked him while he moved toward the door shrugging on his leather jacket

"Out!" he responded before the door slammed shut really loudly.