Werewolf’s Heartsong

The LCD screen in the arena showed pictures of the seven fighters in the Alpha Class. There I was, with my new name. I looked strong, and my wolf was absolutely gorgeous. I looked to where my sister is sitting and her and the rest of her posse have jealous fury on their faces. I then look up to where my parents are and they're glaring at my picture, if looks alone could set shit on fire. I smirk at them then I turn away to face my opponent, everything else falling away but what was here on this platform. I take my skirt and cardigan off. Standing in just my tank and capris, I move into a fighting position and wait for the signal to start -- To fight, to prove, and not hide myself anymore. This was going to be fun. I thought, a grin on my face. *Mature Audience Only: Contains mature luangege, sex, abuse and violence*

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