The crowd was already screaming before I even stepped into the cage, their voices rising into a deafening chant that echoed through the arena.

“GHOST! GHOST! GHOST!”

The name rolled through the space like thunder, fueled by adrenaline, anticipation, and the promise of violence.

I had built that reputation myself.

Fifteen fights. Fifteen wins. No losses.

Every victory had carved the name deeper into the underground, turning me into something more myth than wolf in their eyes.

Tonight’s opponent was supposed to change that.

A Delta named Blade from the Ironhide territory, brought in specifically to break my streak and remind everyone that no one stayed undefeated forever.

They always...