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you?”
    “Yes.”
    “Did you accept?”
    “Yes.” I stated.
    “Then, guess what? You better go, or you will anger the Triat.”
    “I don’t even know what or who the Triat is.” I said defiantly. “Is it God, or Mother Nature, what is it?”
    “It’s all those things and more. It’s the balance. It’s the code we all live by.” Lena took my hand. “Josiah, you need to respect the Triat more than anything you have ever paid reverence to. If you listen, and open yourself up, the Triat will guide you.  You need to ask for guidance.”
    “Seriously?  Ask for guidance?  You’re making it sound like a cult.”
    “Don’t be skeptical.  You will not be alone tonight.  All of us will be there with you.  We’ll make sure everything goes down the way it should.”
    I looked at Lena. She might have suddenly become tough, but I wanted her to have no part of tonight. “Look, I’m going to go alone. I don’t want anyone else to get hurt.”
    “You know you have a family now. We stick together.”
    “Not tonight. Let me deal with this tonight.”
    “Don’t be fucking macho. We’re going with you. What time is the fight?”
    I looked at Lena and lied, “3:30 am.” I said. “Meet me there. I’m going to do a couple of things before I get there.”
    “We’ll meet you a mile up at 3:15.”
    “Who?” I asked.
    “Everyone: Wyatt, Hector, Yari, and me.”
    I didn’t think having just four people there was going to be very much help.  I might as well just go by myself.
    “Sounds like a plan.” There was no way I was going to have Lena go tonight. “I better go,” I said. It was nearing midnight, and if I was going to fight someone I needed to at least prepare myself the way I did a mixed martial arts fight. I needed to go to my gym.

Chapter Three

    After I left Lena, I transitioned into the eagle. I didn’t have a car and walking to my old gym would take entirely too long. I could feel myself growing stronger, and sleeker with this art of flying. The wind alone was exhilarating.
    When I arrived at the gym, I noticed the second floor window was open. I challenged myself and flew into the small opening. I made it unscathed, but landed hard into the concrete of the gym, and rolled into the wall like a ton of bricks. I was dizzy and disoriented, but I found the strength to turn back into my Mani form.  .
    The gym was dark, but there was an eerie glow came from a street light outside. I searched high and low; it was empty. It had been a long strange night so far, and I thought I should stretch and mediate to make sure I was ready. I warmed up like I would before any fight. I worked out my legs, punched the big bag and let my heavy emotions dictate my moves. Tears ran down my face. I swung over and over as if every punch were the pendulum to turn back time—to take it all back.  “Leave some for the fight.” A faceless voice said from a dark area of the gym.
    “Who is that?”  I called out
    “You cannot expect to beat a werewolf if you exhaust yourself before you actually fight.”
    “Who are you?” I said again.
    There was a man sitting in a chair in the dark. “I’m Mr. fucking Myagi.”
    Holyshit. I knew who it was. Karate Kid was our favorite movie growing up.
    “Tommy!” I yelled.
    Tommy turned on the lamp beside his chair.  “In the flesh.”
    “Or should I call you Kyro?”
    “Kyro is dead. I will forever be Tommy.” Tommy was still pretty scratched and bruised. It had been a couple of weeks, and his scars still looked fresh.
    “Are you alive?”
    “You mean am I some kind of Carni ghost that has come back to haunt you?” Tommy laughed. “No. I’m alive. I’m as alive as you used to be. What the hell happened to you?”
    “You must smell it. The Carni at the bar did.”
    “Josiah, you have no idea how many times I almost told you the truth. I couldn’t. So what happened? Did you go willingly or unwillingly?” Tommy was obviously asking if I had chosen to be Mani or was